Celebrations of Eid and Holi,
Under the single story.
Celebrations of Christmas and diwali,
Under the single fairy.
Tasting wazwan and sea shells,
Under the single wells.
What it smells?
Where it smells?
Here it smells; India!
Wasn't the crown the beginning,
So the Kashmir is the morning.
Wasn't the tale the ending,
So the Kanyakumari is the evening.
What it smells?
Where it smells?
Here it smells; India!
Lavish of Rauff and culture,
Begins the dancing creature.
Mesmerizing voice of classics,
Begins the cherishing artists.
What it smells?
Where it smells?
Here it smells; India!
Taste of spice ,
To the taste of sweet.
Is the creator's treat
Is the creator's treat.
Would that be we could assemble,
In the chamber of principle preamble.
For what is secular,
For what is democratic,
What it smells?
Where it smells?
Here it smells; India!

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