In the heart of vast lands, under the saffron sun, Where rivers of cultures and traditions run, Lies a dance floor vast, beneath the azure sky, Where the dances of Indian democracy lie.
With each beat of the dhol, the constitution stirs, In the rhythm of rights, every heart concurs. Elections, the grand festival, vibrant and loud, Where the voice of the people feels proud and unbowed.
The ballet of ballots, a dance of choice and chance, Where destinies intertwine in a democratic dance. From the mountains high to the ocean’s deep embrace, Every vote a step, in this grand communal space.
In the assembly’s halls, the debates swirl and twine, A classical dance of words, nuanced and fine. Leaders leap and turn in the legislative ballet, Crafting laws and futures, in an intricate display.
The judiciary’s steps, precise and keen, Guarding the dance floor, ensuring it’s clean. A tango of justice, balancing the scales, In a dance of fairness, where truth prevails.
The media whirls, in a frenetic tap, A watchdog’s rhythm, bridging the gap. Between the governed and those who govern, Ensuring the dance remains a public concern.
In the streets and squares, the folk dances thrive, Where the spirit of democracy is kept alive. Protests and rallies, the people’s voice, In the dance of dissent, they make their choice.
From festivals of faith to secular celebrations, India dances in democratic manifestations. A land of diversity, united under one sky, In the dances of democracy, where hopes fly high.
And so, the dance goes on, through challenges and tests, In the world’s largest democracy, where diversity rests. A beautiful choreography of unity in diversity, In the endless dances of Indian democracy.
Dr. A. Prabaharan's 
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