We speak in a hundred tones of light,
Still sing the same song every night,
Jana Gana Mana, loud and clear,
In gullies, streets, everywhere,
From Mumbai streets to hills of snow,
Wherever we wander, we all still glow.
Different dreams, same starry sky,
You and I, draped in the tri-colour,we never ask why,
Dhoti, kurta, saree, achkan,salwar,
The Indian threads weaves in colours galore,
Food and fashion, drums and flame,
Every color calls her name.
India, India...
Our insignia,
Revered motherland,
Where flow the seas and the desert sand,
Strains of bhajans, shabads and azaans fill the air,
Bringing in peace, away from any warfare.
We dance in rains, we rise in sun,
So many hearts, but only one,
Unity’s not just what we say,
It’s how we live each single day,
United in sprit, and the 'bhartiya' culture,
We don't allow anybody to desecrate Her.
India moves, alive, and complete,
A billion souls, one beating beat.
©®Madhumita
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