The Place Of Adventure, My Ind

I hear different languages,

When I pass by the streets.

But I could smell the fragrance of love ,

In all the feasts and treats.

Cradles of joyous groups,

Occupy their positions.

Where the calmness among religion,

Creates abundant relations.

Let's take a look from the heaven of the living earth,

Kashmir , the quest of love.

The junction of beauty,

And with the best pashmina stuff.

Then my view reaches to Punjab.

Place of lavish cuisine of makke

ki roti and sarso da sag,

Place where people cherish their ancestors,

Where dance and festivities relish their status.

Now let's take a ride to Rajasthan,

Where the dreams of painters drain to the imagination ,

Where the flying folk dancers of ghoomar flap their feathers.

Where the cuisine has a lavish taste,

Where you could easily find the tribal face.

It's time for Kerala,

The southern part of India.

Where the lakes and elephants may drive you to wonder,

The spice garden may lead your taste to another height.

Where the illiteracy had its toughest fight.

And here comes Maharashtra,

Where Shivaji held his toughest fight.

Where the people make their identities,

Where siddhi Vinayak God distributes all his children their duties.

Now the time for Odisha.

Famous for the stumbling dance Odissi,

The winds shout at their highest voice,

Where you could easily hear the crowds noise.

Where my life changed its path,

I turned to a writer from an awkward mark.

I pray lord Jagganath to fulfill all man's dreams,

And to give support to all those orphans screams.

And now the time for Uttar Pradesh ,

Where Ganga leads the divine.

Where mercy, pity, peace, and love feeds the hungry,

I really wonder at the beauty of Kumbh.

Where I find the Gods come true.

And the last,

Assam where I started my new life.

Where Kaziranga has a new drive,

Where ma kamakhaya blesses all her children.

I wonder about the people's innocence and tenderness,

I visited the whole of India,

In just a few minutes.

When I close my eyes and think of harmony,

Prosperity and the dignity of all my cousins.

I cherish all the historical deeds,

Where India went through a lot of screams.

Where first priority was freedom,

And here we achieved all the dreams.

Place of unity in diversity,

Where the strings of the heart play a distinct music,

And cherishes all the part.

Where languages, taste bothers a little,

And charity is the basic deed.