The spirit of my nation, Bharat
consumes me on its noble pride
A land of all thoughts' fusion
and culture co-exists in unison.
Perennial long rivers and greenery
Icy Himalayas and driest desert Thar
The tropical and temperate zones
Decide the Arts and art of life here.
In splendid isolation encircled
By Mountain Ranges and the Seas
We designed, established a culture
Not of vulture but of high stature.
The Macaulay'sMinutes still holds ground
And the identity politics of the Eurocentric
Depress me in ‘confusion worst confounded'.
On Conversion of Bharat into India strained.
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