The Rising India

The Queen of all the queens,
Who was once gorgeously shy,
With Her nature again She wins,
The smile of the Angels of the sky.

India is the dwelling place,
Of every thought that's kind.
It is certainly the final solace,
Of every truly spiritual mind.

The goal of all the goals,
And the ultimate destination.
The last home of all the souls,
Of people of every nation.

She still has a lot of treasure,
To offer the world, the very best,
Not to the mundane measure,
With spiritual resource and zest.

The Queen is getting ready,
To soar high again to the top.
This time She is very steady,
It seems She would never stop.