TO MY NATION

Blessings to my nation,
Compared to my soul within,
As majestic as a tigress,
And as huge as her daunting self.

The fined look and set eyes,
Are showers and cascades of wealth,
As shiny as white gold and,
As warm as the soft winter sun.

The warmth, which never hurts,
But instill in you love and fear,
Love, which it showers on you?
And fear of doing nothing wrong.

The roaring as powerful as a tempest,
Sounds like the voice of unity,
Threatening, yes it is, for intruders,
But song, a message for cub’s safety.

The teeth as sharp as sword,
Is as sharp as the words,
Which are true, the words,
As sublime as dew rising above turquoise hue.

Truth of words and deeds,
Are pierced into the flesh of sinners,
The blood tasted are devoured,
Proclaims the power of the tigress.

The fur, which provides warmth,
Is the warmth of coal in a hut,
No riches than escapes us,
And no pearl slips through our hands.

The pearls of toil adorns our forehead,
And we grow treasure on its fields,
The shine of golden colored fur,
Is the shine of golden dusk.

The powerful limbs is like,
The power of mind,
The power through which are nation shines,
Like star shines on the sea.

The sea of music and melody,
Is intoxicating smell of florets,
The dulcets we sing are notes of power,
The power our nation possesses.

:-keshie