Categories happily India Poetry Come To My Land. Man at his best. Post author By meenas17 Post date November 26, 2014 No Comments on Come To My Land. Come to my land go with a band fold the hands take an elegant stand look not bland show up grand create your brand live happily amidst all that be your life in all as you slowly diffuse into sand. Share this: Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related Tags brand, fold, hands, Lady, Poem By meenas17 A lover of classical Carnatic music. An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood View Archive → ← The Little Robin Red Breast. → Maturity Comes Not With Age. Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.