My country is beautiful,
For the maggi it shares.
In those midnight goosips,
Quenching the hunger pangs.
My country is beautiful,
For it begins with the Himalayas.
Ganges flowing in torrents,
As vivacious as a small child.
My country is beautiful,
For people pray in tea kiosks.
Mesmerized by the cricket team,
Many cheering for the four.
My country is beautiful,
For the crowd it gathers.
Start a small argument anywhere,
See the response everywhere.
My country is beautiful,
For in a cup of tea it finds solace.
A tired soul replenished by the drink,
A part of our daily,amazing lives.
My country is beautiful,
For the technology it embraces.
The gigantic airport terminals it built,
The swerving highways it made.
My country is beautiful,
For here courage triumphs fear.
Relationships never bid goodbye,
What does, is only a miniscule tear.
