The World is My Home
By I. V.
RANGACHARYA
Say, “The
world is my home,”
And happy
be–
The
golden key to tranquillity.
Say,
“This land is mine and that thine,”
And
restless be–
Road to
bloodshed and ruin.
Aren’t
‘Native lands’ parcels
Of the
one wide Earth,
Like
portions of a common house
Each
having a different hearth?
Aren’t
the Nations members
Of one
Family of God
Inhabiting
the wide Universe?
Be not
colour the cause of hate,
Much less
tongue,
For the
one is a freak of climate
And from
common root the other sprung.
Let men
cease to be goats or sheep:
No more
hear a fanatic’s call;
Hear they
may, but not leap
Headlong
lest they should fall.
Remember
the world is thy home;
Remember
others’ pain is thine;
.Remember
others’ rights and thy limits–
Then, earth
is heaven and men divine!