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My Heart Aches When the Country Is in Grief

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Every man or women loves his/her motherland

" Breathes there the man's soul so dead Who never to himself hath said. This is my own, my native land........"

The above lines have been extracted from a famous poem by renowned English poet, Sir Walter Scott, depicts the love of a fellow national towards his/her motherland. There can't be a man with a soul who never loves his motherland. This is one out of millions of instances where we find love oozing out of words for the motherland. So, everyone on his earth loves his/her motherland. And I can't be an exception to it.

All the people of the world, whether rich or poor, no matter whatever their status is, all of them have love for the motherland because all of us have an emotional attachment to the very land where we are born, nurtured and passed a significant phase of our life. Our motherland has given us the identity. A history that we can be proud of and an asylum on this earth which has the essence of being called own. So, it's obvious that as our motherland has given us so much without any demand, my heart definitely aches whenever the country plunges into the ocean of melancholia.

Yes, my heart aches when we call ourselves the descendants of our great and the brave ones but bother little to preserve that very identity. My heart aches when we hold our head as high as the mighty Everest to say that we were never chained by manacles of imperialism but then now live our lives under masters as slaves on foreign lands, on burning sand dunes, with relentless thirst for the love of our dear ones. It's an irony that we haven't stood upto the expectations of our motherland and the dream of those brave martyrs. When we so our motherland floods the tears of repention for giving birth to sons and daughters like us and my heart thus aches when I see my motherland in grief. The country has bestowed upon us the shadow of a heroic, a blend of diverse cultural heritage and more importantly the shawl of a mother from scorching heat of orphanity that has sucked up the asylum from the head of millions of orphans living as refugees. But then my heart aches when I see my motherland weeping as she repent for giving birth to their children rapping their own motherland to satisfy their relentless thirst for the earthly pleasures.

It is said that we can't lie our soul. Truely, but what if our soul lies us? We will lose our identity and would be wiped out of the map of human civilization. Then just speculate a case where the body is our motherland, then it's obvious that we are its soul. So, if we betray our motherland just imagine the consequence, it's needless to mention here. And, my heart aches as I see my fellow countrymen betraying their own motherland. My heart aches when I see my countrymen turning their backs to foreign lands to make good fortunes deserting my motherland in the midst of a vast ocean of disbelief and leaving her without any support to reach the bay of a land where she will again find those lost heroes who fought till the last drop of their blood to prevent their mother from the jackles of imperialism.

I don't know if I will be a great person in future but I at least assure my motherland that my heart will ache, whenever she is in grief. I can assure her that this son of her will definitely live up to her expectations to become good human being and an ultra nationalist, something that her eyes have been searching for. I can sooth her pounding heart with the promise that I'll water her buried roots with my bucket of honesty and nationality to revive those dried branches of art, culture, literature and history into fragrant green leaves till the sprouting spring arrives that will bear the flower of nationality, love and honesty. I promise, I swear that my heart aches and will ache whenever my motherland is in grief.

" I don't know if I will be a great person in future but I at least assure my motherland that my heart will ache, whenever she is in grief. I can assure her that this son of her will definitely live up to her expectations to become good human being and an ultra nationalist, something that her eyes have been searching for. "

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