“india”

From Himalayan snows to Kanyakumari’s sand,  
India stretches, vast and grand,  
A tapestry woven through centuries long—  
Of winding rivers and mystic song.  

Golden fields of Punjab wave with pride,  
Where farmers toil by the pale sunrise,  
While Bengal’s rivers weave stories in mist,  
And Assam’s green tea by morning is kissed.  

The pink-hued palaces of Jaipur gleam,  
And Delhi wakes with a restless dream;  
Mumbai bustles in sea-salt air,  
Chasing hopes on skyscraper stairs.  

Temples and mosques, shoulder to shoulder,  
Chants and azaan calling hearts closer,  
Languages blend, a thousand bright threads  
Of Tamil and Telugu, Hindi widespread.  

From Diwali lamps to Holi’s bright rain,  
From Eid’s sweet treats to Christmas in lane—  
Festivals bloom in mosaic array,  
Joy in differences, night and day.  

Here Gandhi once walked, barefoot and calm,  
And Tagore’s pen poured out midnight balm,  
Kalpana soared to celestial heights,  
Young dreams shine in a billion lights.  

Spices and mangoes, monsoon's sweet song,  
The pulse of the tabla, ancient and strong;  
Her people, resilient, forgiving and free—  
India sings, eternal, in unity.

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