From snowy peaks to ocean’s gleam,
India flows like a timeless dream.
Saris swirl and turbans fly,
Languages bloom beneath one sky.
Drums of Assam, sitar’s song,
Echo the truth — we all belong.
Faiths may differ, hearts entwine,
In every soul, one light will shine.
Lotus, jasmine, rose and grain,
Different scents, yet one refrain.
Hands may vary, hearts agree,
Love’s the root of unity.
Bound by hope, both old and new,
Threads of a thousand hues shine through.
©®Madhumita
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