Patriotism

I had written this poem for a contest. So thought I’d publish it here too..

Every word thought in favour and
Every action performed in grace.
Speaks to thy soul, that place.
A land, be it, of origins or not.
The intent in perception is all you’ve got.
“Why must I be a patriot?” you ask.
Cause when the great star dims and
the rivers run dry, yours truly land
in your mind will survive.
When even its adversity makes you smile
Your tenacity, others deem imbecile.
But oh what joy in belonging to a place
that knows more than saving face.

This country mine, its cities mine.
Its glory and bane, all mine.

For the nomad, patriotism, a difficult feat.
But in all her ventures, a home town she meets.
starting trouble, never had any. But then again
Such a country, how many.
Name and fame she wanted to earn, more than
Herself, for this country’s concern.
Association in the deepest of matters
Indignation at syllables of not flatter.
Strength and courage she gathers from her haven.
One day to return tenfold to its sistren.
Mysteries of life drove her afar. But before
Long, her sights will be blessed with the
Lyrical spell of a land so vast and magnificent.

This country mine, its cities mine.
Its glory and bane, all mine.

– Mia