This is the nation I was born into, Spectacular! With crown of The Great Himalayas, and Indian Ocean beneath the feet. Hail my motherland! This enormous melting-pot. . . Here sundry cultures and traditions meet.
Whom neither the great Alexander could conquer, nor could the Great Britain. Hail my motherland! Brave and invincible indeed, yet not at all vain.
This is the land where great Ashoka was born, gave up conquest and was glorified. Hail my motherland! Buddha-Mahavira had Nirvana here, our holy saints immortalized.
Fact remains undeniable, something is special about this land. So many empires sojourned here, either for welcome, or a conspiracy was planned.
Took away they - Koh-i-Nur! From us, that coruscant gem. Seized all our Indigo, even after condemn.
Behold my country's sublime sepulchre, sui generis veneer of its white marble. Tries to convey the anecdote of its creation, the sleeping beauty underneath this marvel.
Peculiar is the feeling I get, when they march with such a grace!! Salute to our brave soldiers; The great Indian Army, how courageously they did embrace.
Behold my nation's pride- Tiranga, see how it sways under the wind. Filling our hearts with love and patriotism, ascents a sense of devotion within.
A salute to our scientists new and old, invariably their works were appreciable. Whether it was invention of zero, or 'twas Mission-Mangal.
Where else will you find? Rarest spices of our land. Such ambrosial sweets and cuisine unique, our heritage is so grand.
Festivals are that one thing, for which my soil is admired. Lights, colors, prosperity and harmony, our oldest rituals remain unexpired.
Melodies of the golden days; for the actors we had fallen. . . The Bollywood- what a magic it had done!! It will never be forgotten.
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