Dawn in Gujarat
Posted: 11 Apr 2024, 22:07
In the land where the sun first rises,
Where the sky is clear and vast,
Lives a people with hearts so pure,
In traditions that forever last.
With colors of life in vibrant hues,
And festivals that light up the night,
Gujarat's spirit, ever so bright,
Reflects in its people's delight.
The farmers toil from dawn to dusk,
In fields where the golden wheat sway,
Their songs of labor, so full of life,
Echo through the air, come what may.
In cities where history whispers,
From the walls of forts standing tall,
The tales of valor and sacrifice,
Inspire one and all.
The dance of Garba in the moonlight,
With claps and twirls, they spin around,
The rhythm of dhol and the jingling bells,
Create a symphony of sound.
The artisans weave magic with their hands,
In fabrics that tell a story,
Of a culture rich and diverse,
A tapestry of Gujarat's glory.
So here's to the land of Gandhi,
Where love and peace forever reside,
May the spirit of Gujarat flourish,
With pride and joy, side by side.
Where the sky is clear and vast,
Lives a people with hearts so pure,
In traditions that forever last.
With colors of life in vibrant hues,
And festivals that light up the night,
Gujarat's spirit, ever so bright,
Reflects in its people's delight.
The farmers toil from dawn to dusk,
In fields where the golden wheat sway,
Their songs of labor, so full of life,
Echo through the air, come what may.
In cities where history whispers,
From the walls of forts standing tall,
The tales of valor and sacrifice,
Inspire one and all.
The dance of Garba in the moonlight,
With claps and twirls, they spin around,
The rhythm of dhol and the jingling bells,
Create a symphony of sound.
The artisans weave magic with their hands,
In fabrics that tell a story,
Of a culture rich and diverse,
A tapestry of Gujarat's glory.
So here's to the land of Gandhi,
Where love and peace forever reside,
May the spirit of Gujarat flourish,
With pride and joy, side by side.