The great Nehru's vast land awakes,
In its flora and fauna that pleasure makes,
Its varied animals in their abode a thrill,
To watch them while on ferocious drill.
Heavy down pour blesses the North,
While acute drought rules the South,
The two great halves in climate differ,
Either by flood or famine they suffer.
Its contribution to the West so rich,
The people's status a human breach,
At the sad spectacle grieves the foreigner,
Oh ! poverty should repeat never.
It lives in the scattered villages,
For its uplift one must toil for ages,
People reside in small huts,
Especially in those great hamlets.
All diseases find a new life here,
All sick folks everyday shed tear,
There the sun sets with a poor meal,
When it rises bleak how do you feel ?
Oh ! but the people here so much kind,
Their love,their culture doth remind,
I carry back home their unique innocence,
Perhaps it outshines all our excellence.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
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