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In the heart of India, where the rivers sigh,
Lies Madhya Pradesh, under an endless sky.
A land of wonders, both old and new,
With forests deep and skies so blue.
The Narmada flows with a timeless grace,
Carving life through every space.
She sings to the fields, green and vast,
And whispers of legends, ages past.
In the forests, where shadows play,
The tiger prowls at the break of day.
Peacocks dance in monsoon’s call,
Nature’s symphony, echoing tall.
Temples rise, adorned in art,
Each carving a tale from the heart.
Khajuraho’s beauty, intricate and grand,
Crafted with care by skilled hands.
The stupa of Sanchi, serene and wise,
Touching the earth, yet gazing the skies.
History breathes in every stone,
Reminding us we are not alone.
Fields of mustard, golden and bright,
Glow like stars in the morning light.
Villages bloom with life’s simple grace,
Children's laughter fills the space.
Through bustling bazaars, the colors spill,
With scents and sounds that bring a thrill.
Craftsmen’s hands weave dreams anew,
In vibrant threads of every hue.
Living in this land, so rich, so vast,
Where traditions hold and shadows cast.
I walk through time on sacred ground,
In Madhya Pradesh, where life abounds.
Here I dwell, and here I stay,
In my heart, this place will stay.
Madhya Pradesh, proud and free,
A timeless spirit lives in me.
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Tags:
Sagar Tiwari