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Poem: Indian

I hail from a beautiful country;
it is vast, but not so far away;
with Banyan as its National Tree,
and roots that go back a long way.

Rich is its heritage and culture,
Both diverse, but in harmony;
Ever progressive in nature,
the nation strives for unity.

Every time I see the national flag
I feel a surge of emotion
Proud I am like a golden stag
to call myself an Indian.  

Poem: If sky is the limit

Once a gentle voice in me
spoke as I sat feeling low,
“Keep your little mind free
of thoughts that constantly flow.”

“Fear not, my child” it said to me
“of dreaming big and bold;
For ‘big’ is all about how you see
and ‘bold’ is how you behold.”

Louder grew the subtle voice

and stronger my self-esteem,
“It’s all about just that one choice
of believing in what you dream.”

The voice echoed inside my heart
and slowly the message dawned,
“Nothing works unless you start;
If sky is the limit, aim beyond.”

(Wrote this one for Big Idea WizKid 2013.)

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