When cuckoos coo and sparrows tweet
I awake to the sounds of Nature, sweet.
A rising thought every morn I feel,
How proud I’m to be an Indian, with zeal.
Millions of years, our cultures survived
Battles fought; Nature’s disasters bide;
Yet through the battling forces, we endured
To rise as a Nation, strong ‘n’ well matured.
A country with a past, tradition imbibed
We grew as a Nation, in history inscribed.
Generations of fortitude, will power and grit
We stood firm as rock, peerless, to...