My country is nice, It has plenty of spice, Of languages, races and religions, Of varied life and vegetation, Dishes are so many to make, A lifetime is less for its sake, Costumes are so many, I don’t like to miss any.
A place for yoga and meditation, Cannot be dismissed as fascination, A colorful country fosters A world of many cultures, It is one string that binds, All kinds of spiritual minds, Let my country rise in phases, To be a spiritual inn for the world.
A poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’
