India,my country , my motherland Everything is pure ,from soil to sand Crops are grown on fields so.wide Villages so beautiful,that countrymen show pride States are 29, so are their tongues Art Culture and the people are always their lungs Mountains oceans rivers plateaus all found here Makes us happy and proud to share This motherland had those daughters sons Whose fight for freedom never ends at a glance Such is our army men fighting at the borders Planning our safety and following all orders Another Proud son, won first Nobel Prize Renounced his title , couldn't bear the massacre cries Rabindranath Tagore, is his name Country knows him for National.Anthem Netaji Hid and stayed in disguise Khudiram being hung was another sacrifice All were only to save motherland Not leaving to any foreign hand Divided by states but All are one Proud to.say we are Indian