I live amidst the heart
of the delta,
where rivers sing
and whisper of earth
through the gentle spring!
Emerald fields dream to grow,
In my native land, my soul's aglow.
The mangrove feels like
a mystic realm,
Where the whisper of tales,
overwhelms!
And the Tigers stride
with regal grace,
Like nature's majesty
lives in this place.
The Southern hills
are verdant and grand,
I dare to touch the heavens
with a gentle hand.
Where tribal songs fade away
in the evening breeze,
I breath in the symphony
that sets my hearts at ease.
I wandered and wandered
amidst the fields of gold,
with the farmers who toil
under the sun's embrace,
I feel the fertile soil
of subtle grace.
And the Eastern tea gardens
are lush and green,
Makes me wonder
with its celestial beauty,
which is tranquil;
serene and clean!
At the South tip,
I explore love;
where oceans meet,
Play with the sands of gold
beneath my unsteady feet.
Wild waves kiss
the endless shore,
Tells the tale of echoes
Of a timeless lore.
