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