My country-Part III-The Unending Conclusion

My country is beautiful,
For it surprises me.
In its swaying paddy fields,
Lines of labor together.
My country is beautiful,
For it regales me.
In the countless circuses,
One where bravery meets poverty.
My country is beautiful,
For it has the power of youth.
Divided over a pizza piece,
Yet united over the country's love.
My country is beautiful,
For it is a work of change.
Chiselled to shine in the sun,
Yet broken to be hidden in the night.
My country is beautiful,
For it makes me wonder a lot.
Is Taj better than Sher-E-Punjab,
I ask and receive a half-filled glass.
My country is beautiful,
For it has numerous seats of power.
It prospers in elderly blessings,
The bud growing into a flower.