My India

1857 – or the dawn of India free,
Made the whites bow down to their knee.
Proclaimed wealth of skill and talent alike,
Fuel to progress of development’s hike.

Soldiers marching through this sacred land;
Flourishing vastness of culture, indeed grand.
The melodious chirpings of this golden bird,
Resonates the glory of countless martyrs unheard.
Kites and colours adorn the sky;
Lamps spread brightness far and high.
Come, dear Indians, let’s surf the waves of diverse, royal heritage.
Unite together to break limitation’s cage,
Unite together and pace towards the coming age.

Jai Hind!

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