Poem
She rose with the sun on Vedic scroll,
Wearing wisdom in her sari’s fold.
From Takshashila’s learned halls,
To Ayurveda’s healing calls.
She taught the stars to sailors bold,
Mapped the skies in sutras old.
Zero bloomed in her sacred sand,
Infinity danced at her command.
Her temples whispered sacred math,
While sages walked her forest path.
She sang in chants of sound and flame,
In every mantra, science had a name.
With turmeric hands and neem’s embrace,
She healed the world with gentle grace.
Not just a land, she’s thought made form—
Bharat Maa, where logic was born.
So tread her soil with care, with art,
She holds the cosmos in her heart. 🌺
