Taste of india

    With soul so attached to motherland,

Truth feels that it came from Indian subcontinent.

With colour so undistinguished,

Heart sees that its motherly inherited.

The Indian core gives every bit of our strength.

Its soils fragrance gives each bit of thrill.

Moody wind lends the taste of heaven,

 And our most Indian soul tends to live.

Mother India serves the innocent,

And curses the indecent.

It punishes the culprits,

And saves the victims.

But when real life becomes impossible,

Offers her crossbar to make it lovable.

When nothing proves cheerful,

She shows that everything is possible.