From Himalaya’s crown of snow,
To where the southern palm trees grow,
Flows India.. vast, serene, divine,
In every heart her stars align.
Her temples rise, her minarets gleam,
Her chants and bells unite in twilight dream.
The Ganga whispers to the sea,
“All hearts hum together, one in unity.”
Beneath her sky of golden hue,
A thousand faiths breathe in the air
The early prayers touching the morning dew.
From every home, rises a prayer the same,
For peace, for love, for her dear name.
A river of souls, both old and new,
Flows ever strong,
In unison, and ever true.
©®Madhumita
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