Shades of India

Originally posted on Eunoia:
With pride and delight, I sing of my nation, my homeland Clad in multifarious colors, behold the tinge of the sky, and the shade of the sand Faces, you spot both black and white, but they walk hand in hand Underneath all faces, underlies a single color of love, we are…

Shades of India

With pride and delight, I sing of my nation, my homeland Clad in multifarious colors, behold the tinge of the sky, and the shade of the sand Faces, you spot both black and white, but they walk hand in hand Underneath all faces, underlies a single color of love, we are one, united we stand […]

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