When my India gave the Zero,
The world became able to count;
When India proposed Decimal Point,
The world defeated Everest Mount.

If it would not tell about these things,
It was impossible to reach the moon;
The distance between the sun and the earth,
Was impossible to predict, but came soon.

Where the civilization grew first,
Where arts were first born;
It is my incredible India,
I love the sweetness of its corn.

Where the love is our tradition,
There is no difference between black & white;
All the people are equal for us here,
There is so much peace and no fight.

So much affection to the rivers too,
We call them our mother;
I am blessed to get birth here,
It feels great being a part of this pleasure.

Vikas Tripathi

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