By valleys deep and mountains high,
Under saffron skies where eagles fly,
A voice now echoes through the land,
A call to move, a call to stand.
From Kashmir’s snow to Kanyakumari’s sea,
This land was made for you and me.
With temples, churches, mosques that rise,
Beneath one soul, one flag, one sky.
Come walk the paths where sages tread,
Where rivers chant, and heroes bled.
Where every village sings a song,
Of courage vast and spirit strong.
Dr. Bilal now raises the flame,
To travel not for joy or fame.
But so we see what lies around—
The treasure here on native ground.
Sip tea with smiles in Himachal cold,
Buy tales in silk that looms unfold.
Ride camels past the desert storm,
And dance where tribal hearts are warm.
Eat dosa crisp in Tamil land,
Hold Assam’s weaving in your hand.
Hear dhols in Punjab beat with pride,
And Ganga’s hymn in Varanasi glide.
The economy’s pulse beats in each street,
In every handcrafted thing you meet.
So spend not far on foreign land,
But build your home with your own hand.
One trip, one chai, one stay, one smile,
Can change a life, go that extra mile.
Support a craft, uplift a face,
Preserve a tongue, a faith, a place.
Why seek the Alps, the Nile, the Seine,
When Himalayas call your soul again?
When Rishikesh or Coorg’s green breath,
Can calm your fears and fight your death?
Dear citizens, both young and old,
Let’s write a story brave and bold.
Travel near, explore, invest—
In India’s heart, you’ll find the best.
Let Unity in Diversity shine,
With every journey you design.
And when you go, take pride to know—
You helped the nation’s spirit grow.
So rise, O children of the soil,
Your footsteps are this nation’s toil.
From North to South, from East to West,
Explore the land that loves you best.
Let Ladakh’s prayer wheels spin with grace,
And Kerala’s boats reflect your face.
Let markets bloom with hope anew—
All waiting now, just for you.
Travel, not just for the view—
But for the dreams that wait for you.
Watan ko jano, walk its span—
For you are India. Be its fan.
