The Land That Made Me!

By Purvikha

India, a land where cultures blend,

Where every voice and color transcend.

Bound by hearts, yet diverse in hue,

A thousand tongues, but one soul true.

Tamil, the oldest tongue so grand,

A pride I speak, a voice that stands.

With Valluvar’s words and Ramanujan’s mind,

A land of wisdom, unmatched, refined.

Karnataka, where my journey began,

Kannada shaped the spirit I am.

Kittur Chennamma’s courage fills the air,

With Krishna and Kaveri, rich and rare.

Telugu flows in golden streams,

A melody born of poets’ dreams.

From Nannaya’s verse to Tyagaraja’s tune,

It shines like stars beneath the moon.

Kerala’s waves in green embrace,

Malayalam sings of love and grace

From Vallathol’s words to Amma’s care,

Peace and beauty linger there.

Different tongues, one heart, one flame,

India — forever a timeless name.

By Purvikha