ankita bhattacharya
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Rise Mother, rise ,regenerate from thy gloom,
And like a bride high-mated from the spheres,
Beget new glories from thine ageless womb.
Thy future calls thee with amanifold sound
To cresent honours, splendours, victories vast;
Waken, O slumbering Mother, and be crowned,
Who wert Empress of the sovereign past.
Sarojini Naidu.
And like a bride high-mated from the spheres,
Beget new glories from thine ageless womb.
Thy future calls thee with amanifold sound
To cresent honours, splendours, victories vast;
Waken, O slumbering Mother, and be crowned,
Who wert Empress of the sovereign past.
Sarojini Naidu.