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Scattered Seeds

 

Distant shores embrace us

 

As we bid farewell to our Motherland…

 

Allow us to trust

 

That which we hold close to our hearts

 

And enable us to cultivate

 

The scattered seeds of hope. 

 

In the minds and souls of our young

 

Our Anglo-Indian spirit prevails

 

On its voyage to new found Promised Lands.

 

© DADY 2007

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