This Is The Land Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
This Is The Land
This is the land of grief,
This is the land of pain,
This is the land of problem,
This is the land of trouble,
This is the land of death,
Still this is our favourite land,
We don't want to leave it,
Its sky is known to us,
Its air is known to us,
Its colour is known to us,
Its smell is known to us,
Yes, this is our dearest land,
We always try to find a better place than this,
But we never succeed,
When the sun sets
And the birds return to their nests,
Gradually dark and silent night reigns,
Being tired and weary,
Soon we fall deep asleep,
Then the great angel whispers to us,
"This land is the heaven for you,
This land is the hell for you,
Indeed this is everything for you,
You must be satisfied with it."
Its sky is known to us, Its air Its colour Its smell Yes, our dearest land This is the land of grief, pain, problem, trouble, death, Still our favorite land AAAA RRRRR you r grand in your land let's hold ours what what else lands
This is the land of grief, pain, problem, trouble, death, Still our favorite land AAAAAAAAAAAA RRRRRRRRRRRRRRR you r grand in your land let's hold ours what hands
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5/23/2024 7:59:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Great observation! Through this poem I want to tell you dear Anjandev, you are progressing in right way. Continue the same way! Don't care useless people. God bless you.