Looking back
She hath a rich vedic treasure.
Looking ahead,
She hath vistas in every measure.

Upon the bosom of snowy peaks
She is resting her head.
Upon the waters of ceaseless waves
She is resting her feet.

In her playgrounds
Banyan shades are rich.
And the Ganges is a living theme,
Her waters to all clan sing an ancient lore.

Even beyond umpteen invasions,
After a long imprisonment,
She is a living mother
Whose breast milk is richer and sweet.

And unto the world
She hath a living message.
‘May the entire world live in peace’-
Her ancient caves bless all generations.

Ravi Panamanna

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