Posted on February 7, 2024  — 

The Beulah Land: My Ancestral Home

By blood, we are immersed in love of you.
The youth lose their heads for your sake .


I come to you and my heart finds rest.
Away from you, grief clings to my heart like a snake .


I forgot the throne of Delhi,
when I remember mountain tops of my ancestral land.


If I must choose between the world and you,
I shall not hesitate to claim you as my own.

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