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Colours of India

Oct 23, 2025
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By Jiya


Our school is lit , our hearts are light,  

as Utsav shines so warm and bright , 

Three happy days,  so full of cheer ,

a time we all wait for every year .


We dance , we sing , we listen , we play , 

we share about cultures in every possible way ,

from north to south,  east to west , 

each part of India shows its best. 


From tall temples to mosque ‘s song , 

to church's prayer all day long , 

a bond between cultures proved so strong ,

reminding us of where we belong .


Though our custom may divide,  

but we thrive to walk side by side,  

different paths yet one belief,  

with peace and harmony there is no grief. 


From Gujarat's garba ,  fast and bright , 

to Tamil Nadu's Kolam made with white,  

Bengal's sweets and Kashmir's chills , 

the rhythm of India slowly builds. 


Spices dance in every dish , 

fulfilling even the smallest wish , 

from Dosa's crisp to coffee cold , 

it bridges generations both young and old.

Hindi runs from the nation's core , 

Tamil sings by the southern shore , 

Bengal meets poetry's stream , 

Kashmir dances in each dream.  


Gujarat echoes to its own tune , 

Marathi rises high in the monsoon , 

Telugu , a language soft and clear,  

a nation where no one is to fear .


So let's celebrate with an open heart , 

an adventure for 3 days is about to start, 

different roots we might belong to   

but time has come to know who you are ?


By Jiya


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Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Such a lovely poem!!! Really encapsules all the colour and festivities of India! Great work :)

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Dhruv Jain
Dhruv Jain
Nov 22, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Really loved the emotion and how you have kept the Indian culture and tradition alive.

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