Thinking about a song,
To describe a country so strong,
Describing which in words,
Shall be very wrong.
The History has been long,
With some bings And bong,
But the heritage still grows,
And I can bet that; by hitting the biggest gong.
To describe about the beauty,
I can sign any treaty,
Be it a Mountain or dynasty,
They can be compared to divinity.
The Himachal and the Ganga,
Together shine on the Tiranga,
Kanyakumari on the extreme south,
Praises conquer on Lanka.
The Arabian guards the west,
Himalaya's on the Northern quest.
While the Indian and the Pacific,
Takes Care of the Rest
Sometimes we bow before the Holy Cross
Sometimes play with colors
Seasons come with festivals
As trees shine green, when it showers
People from over a 28 states
When come together in a far land
They look as if the mother herself
Stands wearing a garland
And Here I conclude
While thinking about a song,
To describe a country so strong,
Describing which in words,
Shall be very wrong.
Really pround of your writes, we must pround of our great nation....... The History has been long, With some bings And bong, But the heritage still grows, And I can bet that; by hitting the biggest gong. To describe about the beauty, I can sign any treaty, Be it a Mountain or dynasty, They can be compared to divinity. The Himachal and the Ganga, Together shine on the Tiranga, Kanyakumari on the extreme south, Praises conquer on Lanka.
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This one is steeped in patriotism. What more can I say but 'JAI HIND'.