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:RedditTwitterFacebookEmailPrintLike this: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 Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.