At present
To be called citizen
Living as good human
The land is called heaven
Where we are happily driven
Share same ideals
And cheerfully feel
Even if not blessed fully
Life seems to be nice journey
No trouble shoots
Except we fish in with shouts
I call it my mother land
And breathe as free bird
Sing patriotic songs as I like
And ride on powerful bike
I give no other name
But claim
As my native
With peaceful intention to live