Caped in snow, white at nature's peace
Crown of India guarding, from the chilly cold breeze
The 'Pinds ' of prosperity, dancing yield of life
feeding hunger, with in hand a toiling scythe
Ardent Orb of warmth, with a thirst to run us dry
Thriving in the sand, this apple of distant eye
a bowl of sugar, at frontiers a boil blood
are the beads of love, binding Kibithu and Kutch
Between the skies of dream and a culture bay
lays a Healer's hand, to pain allay
Rich as parts, together the future's Might
Emerging from the shadows of past , a new Paradise
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