There is a sight I hold dear.
A misty morning, a grey veil,
green hills in the background,
lush and abundant.
On the fore,
at about 100 feets,
soars the Tricolor.
A splash of serenity,
a wave of pride.
My country, my land, my India.
And this thought alone
is so sufficient.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
