Her majesty-the ‘Princess' ascends
To the grand Himalayan durbar
Amidst fir, rhododendron trees
Standing tall- each a courtier.
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‘Satyameva Jayate’
-The truth alone persists,
Is the motto of our nation,
Which, ever in our dream exists.
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As festive season of autumn passes
Leaving Indian masses in exultation
Cooch Behar waits with bated breath-
To host a special fest of jubilation.
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Cottony cirrus clouds galore
Across the blue sky sail,
While dark nimbus ones depart-
Announcing monsoon's farewell.
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