White In the land where the sun rises bright,
Where the earth whispers ancient might,
South Indian people, warm and strong,
Carry a culture rich and long.
From the temples carved in stone,
To fields where rice and spices are grown,
Their hearts beat in rhythms deep,
In traditions they vow to keep.
They dance in circles, joyous and free,
To the pulse of the drums, under banyan trees.
Their sarees shimmer like waves at dawn,
With stories woven, from dusk to morn.
Languages sing in a melodic flow,
Tamil, Telugu, Kannada grow,
Malayalam whispers through the breeze,
In every tongue, they find their peace.
Coconut, curry, and steaming rice,
Their kitchens burst with fragrant spice.
With hands that serve and hearts that care,
They give more than they choose to share.
Beneath the sun and the monsoon rain,
Their laughter echoes, despite the pain.
In unity they stand, hand in hand,
South Indian people, proud of their land.
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