My India is my country; it is my Brahma, Vishnu, Mahesh, Shiva and Parbati. It is my Laxmi, my Durga, My Saraswati and my Mother.
It is my Ram, my Krishan, my Radha and my Sita. It is my Guru Nanak. It is my Guru Gobind Singh. It is eternal. It is my Allah and my Bhagwan.
It is my Rahim and my Rahman. Its dust is precious to me. The water of the pitcher made of its clay is like Nectar to me. It is the beginning and it is the end. I will die but my dust will mingle with it.
Its mountains, its rivers and its seas and ocean are sacred to me. Saying Vande Matram (Bowing before it) is like saying bowing before God. Its victory is my victory and its defeat is my defeat. In fact, I do not have words to express what my country means to me. I am nearing 70 and would soon absorb in it.