The mother’s heart, the hero’s willThe sweetness of the southern breeze,The sacred charm and strength that dwell,On Aryan altars, flaming, free;All these be yours and many more,No ancient soul could dream before-Be thou to India’s future son, The mistress, servant, friend in one -Swami Vivekananda (The complete Works of SV /Volume6) In a poem written…
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