India, here everytime demands a ceremony.
Nothing can be done without Money.
Birth is a function and death wants a function.
What a land it is with an extravagant tradition.
Right from my first breath every ocassion,
Gets a different special charm and distinct fashion.
Every special occasion is celebrated with pomp and show.
Hence I feel my tradition is great and one slould bow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem