india is the land of whispers,
its people occasionally burst into childlike, mischievous grins
we smirk, we wink, we giggle, all behind the scenes.
india is the land of feeling,
we'll tear up at the sound of the chains that tie down ourselves an people,
but burn brightest when its time for festivities, our dances always bigger than our problems.
india is the land of love,
where twisted versions of the virtue
float the seas of religion, family, the weather, you name it
india is the land of learning,
where chants, disguised as equations and theories,
are inhaled and exhaled by all our youth.
india is the land of yearning,
our cages bind us, yet let us catch every glimpse
always fuelling our longings
india is the land of dreams, with a twist
most our dreams have already been realised by our ancestors
no picture left unpainted, no story left untold
india is the land of colour,
its not only in our clothes, our festivals, our food,
but the way in which each of us breathes a different hue.
india is the land of rebellion,
breaking free, away from obligations and tradition,
but can you really kill a spirit that is so deeply rooted?
india is the land of becoming.
it is where you can inspire and be inspired,
where we can all stand out while blending in,
where we are all golden.
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