India, my country :
The most unique of all nations;
is a land of worshippers,
worshipping his creations.
We respect every object
whether living or dead,
'Worship even the tinist of his creations'
in our Holy Books it is said.
So the COW is our 'MOTHER',
and TULSI is pious,
the EARTH is holy;
Worshipping them makes us joyous.
Even if we by mistake
trod on a book or paper
' Touch it to your forehead' , we are told,
If not then
we are showing 'disrespect'
the God's wrath we must behold.
How then have we forgotten
His most prized possession,
How can we then disrespect
His most beloved creation.
Isn't man God's greatest gift
which bejeweles this earth ?
Aren't we all really lucky
to have had this birth?
Let us show the same love and respect
which we show to the inanimate.
Let us 'LIVE AND LET LIVE'
and a peaceful world create.
Let us lay the path of humanity
on which everyone must trod,
because we must remember that :
SERVICE TO MAN IS SERVICE TO GOD.
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