Our earth has the shape an orange;
Australia looks like a segment of that.
Edges are sunk in the great waters,
but inner of body is arid and outback.
People love to live near the shores;
go in the midst just for expeditions.
though the God of rains feels so tired,
to reach unto the interiors of the nation.
The great red land, snowy mountains
and spread over the woods green;
Colorful portrait laid by the Almighty,
hopping the kangaroos wander within.
Lives on the land, the Goddess of wealth,
she loves all of the citizens by heart.
Provides great richness to the people,
to make their life happy and superb.
Resident's toil makes the soil superior
and the nation of joy and prosperity.
The distinct chunk has exceptional taste
and provides the earth special beauty.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
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