O Indus Valley, cradle of our past,
Your spirit lives in every heart and hand,
In fields of green, where crops grow tall and fast,
Your wisdom guides us, as we till the land.
Raphic Burdo, a poet from Sindh, the Land of Indus Civilization shares his poem
Ode to the Indus Valley Civilization
O ancient land where rivers sang their song,
In valleys deep, where mighty Indus flowed,
Your cities rose, with walls both wide and strong,
A testament to all that you bestowed.
Not Indus’ grace alone did you embrace,
For Hakro‘s course, a lifeline to your kin,
From Shivlaks’ heights to Rann‘s vast, open space,
It nurtured fields where life could thus begin.
In Harappa’s streets, the artisans did thrive,
With bangles bright and weights of perfect scale,
Their legacy in modern times alive,
In every home, their echoes we unveil.
The boats of Melluhas, on waters vast,
Did trade with lands of Egypt and Mesopotamia,
Through Hakro’s veins, their journeys long did last,
A bridge of cultures, rich and grand, they spanned.
Yet time and earth did shift, and rivers changed,
The Hakro’s flow, a memory now faint,
But in your ruins, history’s page arranged,
A tale of glory, none can ever taint.
O Indus Valley, cradle of our past,
Your spirit lives in every heart and hand,
In fields of green, where crops grow tall and fast,
Your wisdom guides us, as we till the land.
So let us honor you, with every seed,
With every harvest, let your name resound,
For in your ancient ways, we find our creed,
A legacy in every furrowed ground.
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