In Fields of Green, a Flame is Born
a hero is born in difficult situations
Sunbeams dance on fields of green,
Where blades of grass, like dancers lean.
My heart, a kite, on winds is swept,
With dreams that bloom, no longer slept.
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This land, it sings in whispers low,
Of ancient lore and heroes' glow.
Each rippling stream, each towering tree,
Holds echoes strong, for you and me.
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When anthems rise, like eagle's call,
Our spirits soar, stand tall, stand tall!
In every thread, in every grain,
Our nation's heart, it beats again.
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From laughter's chime to teardrop's trace,
We weave a bond, an endless grace.
In sunlit fields, where shadows play,
We rise together, come what may.
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So spread your wings, like wings of fire,
Let passion burn, let hopes aspire!
With gentle strength, with spirit bright,
Beguile the world with guiding light.
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For pride's not boast, but love untold,
In hands that build, in stories told.
Beneath the sun, forever stand,
One nation strong, hand in hand.
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In fields of green, a flame is born,
Within our hearts, a brand new morn.
So let it shine, let freedom ring,
And in this land, forever sing!
About the Creator
Sunil Kushwaha
I am a writer of the poems that can touch the heart of the people
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