My Love Hindi Poem by manjusha radhe

I am a resident of India,
Hindi is my language.
I love my country so much
It feels like even its soil is my mother's oil.
There are many languages and religions to say here,
Each language is like a sweet and delicious pill.
I love my soil, it is my mother,
Hindi has become like a bindi on Mother's forehead.
The accent of everyone, young and old, is the specialty of my country,
My country is like the beautiful flower 'Aboli.'
There is a treasure trove of flavors and essences here,
My vast country is its entourage.
The indelible imprint of Hindi is on my life,
These are the colors and rangoli of my life.
Radhe manjusha