In Odisha's embrace, where ancient temples rise,
Legends and stories echo beneath azure skies.
Sun-kissed shores beckon, where waves gently play,
Whispering secrets of the ocean's timeless sway.
Jagannath Puri, where pilgrims find solace sweet,
A sanctum of devotion, where hearts and souls meet.
Konark's sun temple, a marvel carved in stone,
A tribute to craftsmanship, in history's zone.
The dance of Odissi, a graceful symphony,
Tales of gods and mortals, in each step, we see.
Tribal melodies linger, in forests dense and green,
Echoes of traditions, in every beat unseen.
From the mangrove forests, to hills that touch the sky,
Odisha's beauty unfolds, as time passes by.
A tapestry of culture, woven with threads divine,
In Odisha's embrace, eternal treasures shine.
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