HAPPY EASTER 2016 FOR ALL
MY SISTERS, BROTHERS & FRIENDS
OF BHARAT - OUR LAND
The season of giving and forgiving,
first yourself;
with the gift of forgiveness,
and then all others.
Breathes There The Man
with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe go mark him well
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;High though his titles, proud his name,Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;Despite those titles, power, and pelf,The wretch, concentred all in self,Living, shall forfeit fair renown,And, doubly dying,
shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.
Sir Walter Scott
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