Eternal Flame of the East, A Land Unconquered

From northern peaks kissed by snow,
To the southern shores where warm winds blow,
A land where ages blend and dance,
A timeless tale, a bold expanse.

A thousand tongues, a thousand ways,

In every street, a prayer, a praise.

Temples rise and mosques do call,

Church bells ring, and faith stands tall.

The sacred river’s endless flow,

With tales of gods and kings in tow.

Through ancient lands, its waters part,

Playing a vital, sacred part.

Fields of green and golden plains,

Where farmers toil through sun and rains.

The monsoons come with blessings bright,

Nature’s gift in pure delight.

Warrior spirit in the north,

Where holy light and valor forth.

In the East, the poets sing,

Of love and freedom’s endless spring.

In the South, grand temples rise,

Carvings reaching for the skies.

To the West, where echoes hold,

Royal tales in sands of gold.

From fierce dance to graceful hand,

Art and music’s vibrant strand,

Where every note and every move,

Tells a story, deep and smooth.

Festivals that light the sky,

Where lamps and colors always fly.

Unity in each festive part,

Where every faith plays its part.

Spices rich with ancient taste,

Flavors that no time can erase.

In kitchens where old songs are sung,

Each dish, a tale on every tongue.

Elders share their wisdom’s might,

Guiding through the dark and light.

Tradition binds both old and new,

A guiding light in every view.

Though the land was torn in two,

Its spirit strong, its faith held true.

Through trials faced and battles fought,

An unbroken heart, forever sought.

A realm where modern cities gleam,

Yet ancient roots still boldly dream.

Where peace and pride in harmony blend,

And freedom’s spirit will never end.