My Nation India

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The variety of festivals,

Where the diversity is wide

It’s my country, India

My nation, my pride.

 

The Hundreds of cultures

And thousands of forts

With historic monuments

And many old King’s courts

 

Have you eaten “Fuchkas”?

Or the South-Indian Dosa?

Jalebi is just flawless

As well as the spotless Samosa.

 

Have you gone to The Taj Mahal?

Or maybe the Red Fort?

Qutub Minar is lovely

And so are many of the same sort.

 

I just tried to tell you

Something through the poem

That India is worth a visit

And no place is just the same.

 

India is very unique

It is just the one in a million.

C’mon, believe me, I know

That coming here’ll be give you fun.



  -- Atreyo 😀, 

23rd November, 2020



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