Poem: Indian

I hail from a beautiful country;
it is vast, but not so far away;
with Banyan as its National Tree,
and roots that go back a long way.

Rich is its heritage and culture,
Both diverse, but in harmony;
Ever progressive in nature,
the nation strives for unity.

Every time I see the national flag
I feel a surge of emotion
Proud I am like a golden stag
to call myself an Indian.