Is it for those lush green meadows
Or is it the warmth that it shows
Is it for the rich culture and history
Or the pride and glow, it bestows?
For what, do I take my country’s name with pride?
Why do I call her my own?
An un-worded joy in my stride
Has her very name, in me, sown!
India, my country, my native land
Where my eyes first beheld the sunrays
And my feet-her gentle sands!
From the streets of Harappa-Lothal
This ‘young kid’ did emerge,
On and on, did she surge!
Religion soon raised its hood
The Vedas and Upanishads were born
Soon with her, the Guptas stood,
The ‘State’, at last, had dawned!
The Medieval times saw the Muslims come,
With their pretty Persian rugs and minarets
Mosques with their pearly white domes,
Temples and churches-all met!
The British soon came to pay the girl a visit
And stayed on to rule her life
They plundered her wealth as they deemed fit,
And left her land at strife!
Gandhi, Nehru, Bose, Azad
And many more fighters did raise a voice,
‘Vande Maataram’, ‘Inquilab Zindabaad’
And many other cries left the British with no choice!
India saw her heart being torn
To form another living breathing woman
But, awake, she did, on one fine morn
With freedom rising along with the sun!
Sixty-one long years of growing up
The lady has credits-oh many- to state!
Iron, computers, literature or crop
In every field, she has proved her great
Scholars, professionals, achievers galore
Have walked this mighty wonderful land
From near and here, wide and far
People flock to step on her sand!
My land, my dear country,
I’m proud of her heritage, her culture, her success
She’s a land of joy, a land of plenty,
Everyday a brighter one, more smiles, more progress!
In her I was born to see the lovely surround,
In her my first dream was sown,
In her, I shall take my pride,
For she’s my country, my own!