North to south, and east to west,
India’s rhythm beats in zest.
From Ganga’s hymn to temple bell,
A thousand tales the breezes tell.
Colors clash yet never fight,
Merging softly into light.
Voices sing in many tongues,
Still one melody is sung.
Festivals dance, the streets awake,
Every difference love can take.
Mountains rise, the deserts glow,
Unity in all we sow.
One heart, one song, one sacred art,
India beats as one great heart.
©®Madhumita
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