That Glory of...

That glory of shining India,

Looking as graceful as a peacock,

Roaring silently as an emblem,

Hidden power as a tiger.

That glory of shining saffrons, whites and greens,

A never-ending ruling like queens,

Having Ashoka Chakra in between,

Having depth meaning as a marine.

Issued by the union government,

Having 4 faces of lions in all directions,

As hard as a nut,

And has no corrections.

Also the national tree of Bangladesh,

As saccharine as honeyed,

All-time fresh,

That's none other than mango!

A sacred flower,

Occupies a unique position in the art and mythology of ancient India,

Lotus is much glower,

The ever-pink and blooming!

India is as graceful as its feathers,

Rarely it seems to rain,

They always rock,

And they are peacocks!

Their history is as dignified as India,

Mind provoking,

So let's say together,

Jai Hind!