On my memory a word comes around,
Why are some people cruel to this ground?
They don’t care for nature, beggar, orphan and all,
Behaving harsh towards our motherland are they human beings at all?
We are the children, the architects of the motherland,
We can give love, care and share with the people in this land.
We the Indians should never give up to share and to take care,
Whoever will come on our way to fight we'll dare.
We get the blessings from our old, they are our gold,
From The Mother to Mother Teresa who came to our land.
They came to our land to teach us to care and share.
I love my motherland very much,
She has given me so much.
I know my grandma, she loves her motherland more than her mother,
So I love to give and share, take care of everyone to get the blessings of her.
