The Land of English

A language without roots,Spreads across nations.Its ambition to conquer,Diminished the wisdom of our nation.

So many words of courtesy,Yet lacking sincere depth.This grand facade of stride,Even the cows seem to exude pride.

All the beauty that meets the eye,From the mountains and their valleys,The structures and their sustenance.People of all kinds, Racing to hit the mark.

This City of Dreams,That took hold of our Nation's Dreams.The past, forgiven but never forgotten,Jai Hind!