My Country Poem by Santanu Banerjee

From snow-capped peaks beneath the azure sky,
To sunlit plains where the golden crops lie,
Oceans embrace us with a mighty roar,
As rivers weave stories along the shore.

The whispers of forests, lush and alive,
Echo the tales of ancients carved in stone,
Where temples and towers, in splendor, thrive,
Each monument speaks of the seeds we've sown.

Beneath the Banyan, the children laugh and play,
While bustling bazaars brim with colours bright,
The spices swirl in a fragrant ballet,
And lanterns glow softly in the velvet night.

In every sunrise, a promise is found:
A tapestry woven, where love knows no bound.