Welcome to the place called ‘India’;
A Nation known for its witt and wry.
Beneath the yogic and cultural trivia,
Lies the land of an endless reverie.
The Bay, the Sea, The Ocean,
The Rivers, the Deserts and Mountains;
Enclose the majestic nation,
Like a fort without an entrance.
So what’s there amidst the fort,
Beyond the Mantras and Snake-Charmers?
Many a muddy and barbaric sport?
Just a land of poor farmers?
A nation young and tender,
For the Global Scavengers Squealing.
Even with resources so slender,
It broke the Titanium Ceiling.
Innovating, Improvising and Creating,
Wonders for the world to see;
Across each and every domain and wing,
Of Business, Science and Technology.
The Great Granary of the World,
A conqueror of cruel epidemics;
Where the military knights doth furled,
And the Scientists bordering on Alchemists.
We Run and Rule the entire globe,
But we just don’t like to brag.
Look up and you would easily know,
Even the Universe dons our flag.
Our train to future has joined the race,
Even though we could start much after.
So what if it has a slow pace?
The acceleration is much faster.
Yet we give a shout to abyss,
Predominant humility in every iota;
With palms joint and a joyful bliss,
“Welcome to the place called India.”