land of one's birth is holy, and so held highly by all. By a strange spell, as
it were, it binds its children with a flowery bond that can never be snapped,
either momentarily, or permanently. It is this mother alone that keeps man in
touch with her till death, nay after that too. Mother may outlive him, or leave
him outlive her, but motherland certainly outlives him, he returns to earth,
the predominant element of his body's composition. Realised men react to this
noble sentiment in such an illustrious way that they get divinised even while
alive they change the course of history by turning deserts into orchards by the
alchemy of their magnetic personality wrought by intellect, industry and
integrity. Its enchartment works even on the incarnated beings,& holds such
tight grip that they exhort their men to run homewards if they happen to be
far-off on sojourn. Listen to Rama's pleas now.
mother land ...