The Hallowed Halls of Bharat

 

In sanctuaries where soft echoes dwell,

India’s chronicles rise and swell,

A woven palimpsest of grace,

Preserved within this hallowed space.

Primordial relics, silent keys,

Unseal forgotten mysteries—

From Indus dawn in twilight veiled,

To Mughal courts where grandeur hailed.

Deities carved in tranquil stone,

Canvases where old tales are sown,

Blades once tempered in battle’s flame,

And gems that crowned an empire’s name.

Manuscripts, in careful hand,

Inscribe the lore of time’s command;

Bronze effigies, ornate, austere,

Keep vigil o’er the yesteryear.

Each artifact—an echo, a song,

A filament that binds us strong,

A covenant with ancestral grace,

A mirror of time’s steadfast face.

In relics breathe a nation’s voice,

A chorus bidding hearts rejoice—

Of sovereigns proud and sages wise,

Of artisans whose subtle guise

Shaped culture’s luminous strands,

And etched their dreams with patient hands.

The saffron dunes of Rajasthan,

The sacred hymns at break of dawn,

The monsoon’s rhythmic, sweeping tide,

The rivers where the spirits bide—

All woven in this cosmic loom,

Resounding softly through the room.

From Himalaya’s argent crest,

To ocean’s hymn on southern breast,

India’s heritage, vast, profound,

In solemn halls is ever found.

To all who journey from afar,

We open hearts, as wide as stars;

Here every faith and tongue belong,

A million voices weave one song.

Come walk this land of vibrant hue,

Where old and new embrace the new,

And find in every gaze and face,

The warmth of friendship’s vast embrace

They chant of concord through divide,

Of festival, of tears belied,

Of gods, of rivers, mountain, plain,

Of hope arising after pain.

Within these walls, our roots are near,

Roots that bear both fruit and seer;

A patrimony ever bright,

That steers the soul with ageless light.

They call us to remember pride,

The trials borne with faith as guide,

And future’s promise, bold and free,

Forged from a timeless legacy.

So let us guard each relic’s flame,

For through them pulses nation’s name;

A legacy of love and art,

That binds the nation, heart to heart.

May these great halls anew inspire,

A reverence both deep and higher,

For Bharat’s soul, so vast, so grand,

Resides in every sculptor’s hand—

A saga graven into stone,

A journey claimed as ours alone.