India

I am lying abroad,
To study there on,
In tumult and noise,
Far away from my country.

In east of my country,the first sun shines,
And the heavy rain falls,
Away from all the clashes,
Where the people live in friendship,
But I am sad to live here,
Far away from my country.

In west of my country, the dry sandy desert,
And the rocky sea shore,
Away from all quarrels,
Where the people live in calm,
But I am in grief to stay here,
Far away from my country.

In north of my country, the high Himalayan range,
And the thick white snow,
Away from all bustles,
Where the people live in tranquility,
But I feel dejected to remain here,
Far away from my country.

In south of my country, the spiral foamy waves,
And small conch-shells,
Away from all the sorrow,
Where the people live in gay,
But I am sorry to be here,
Far away from my country.

In village, the green crop farms,
And the yellow mustard fields,
Away from all the noise,
Where people live in peace,
But I am unhappy to be here,
Far away from my country.

Muslims perform ‘Namaaz’ in the Mosque,
Hindu chant Mantras in the temple,
Christians lit candles in the Church,
Sikh celebrate Guruparab in the Gurudwara,
Where all breath in love and unity,
Oh Yes! It’s my beloved ‘India’!!