India is a land
which has sacred sand.
Here the people hate the bland.
Want to explore the grand.
What a beautiful place.
with people of different face.
Each in one trace
yet following different race.
India is very vast
the people are of different caste
Although like mumbai, the country blast
The purity can never last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem