Debaprabha Thakur, VIII B (2019-20)

A land where a thousand colours roam
The narrow streets; The arch and the dome
Being a common sight, where beauty lies,
In every corner where you rest your eyes.

And in my India, each and every smile
Can be carried in your heart mile after mile
As they come from deep within the heart
My India – where love creates art.

From the freezing north with its mountains galore
To the blazing west on the desert floor,
From the east that’s almost wholly green
To the bank of the southern rivers serene.

Every inch of my beautiful land
Is filled with people who’ll lend you a hand
Whenever you need, they’ll be at your side
As brotherhood is every Indian’s pride.