O beloved country of mine
You have a character so divine..
The land of yours is so pure
The skies of yours so sure
The woods too deep and green
For years of lives to endure
The hills of yours are so old
The snow of centuries to uphold
The plains are so calm and cool
To hold the mysteries untold
The songs of rivers to chime
With the seas of breeze n brine
O thy tales of changing time
Life and death of reason n rhyme
O beloved country of mine
You have a character so divine..
Akshini