Crowing Glory Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is not only glory
But a different and golden story
Feather in cap for sagging image
India comes out of bleak age

We may do it again
Strong resolve for position to regain
Out heartiest congratulation for shining
India in lime light and definitely redefining

We as readers celebrate and sing
Wish it to happen again and again to bring
All lost glory for crowing the mother land
Still miles to go yet we sing in praise and play a band

It is name and fame combined
Purely an honor and dividend
Country is brought on world map
Clearly an answer for critics with slap