My India

Whose martyrs inspire lad

And saints learn meditation

Her springs sing song

And ants draw union.

Whose wind teaches secularism

And sky free and Frank

The sea tells to be obliged

And generation thinks for rank.

Illiterates of it are doctors

And nature is the master

Labourers are the painter

To whom fear the disaster.

Whose dusts are like sandal

And water is the elixir

Its language binds relation

Faith never torture.

Its culture is its pedal

And civilization is the mentor

Discipline never harsh

Determination cries with cheer.

Duty is its religion

Justice is its power

Truth is the guide

Where pardon creates all dear.

Women of it are goddesses

Parents God's god

Hospitality is its nature

Whose love vanishes sad.

I"l never forget my India

 it's service and affection

Her memory is my history

 Tells glory as a quotation.