We created a plant
Together with the land,
We grew a flower
Lovely, shining hour!
What a flower!
Happiness melted on it
As silent dew drops
We created a reason for joy
At this holy hour
What a flower!
We nurtured hope
We converted it to fruit
For water is always good,
What a flower!
We made more plants
From that which is now a tree
We grew hope in our courtyard
Planting seeds beneath
At this joyous hour,
What a flower!
We reap the fruits
We gather freshness too
Good food to eat
Good air to breathe
What a happy hour!
What a flower!
It all grows from the flower
The seeds are cultivated rich
There is now joy on earth
The weather turned fair
In this secure hour!
What a flower!
© Akta Karanvirsingh Kalra