Created with His mirth,
The various torrents on their birth,
Flowing down the valleys and leas:
Revealing tranquility and peace-
It is indeed out of reach
To proclaim the world’s second longest beach!
Our rich heritage – we may flaunt,
Without a speck of daunt!

Others can only sigh,
For we are the apple of everyone’s eye-
Even the cellular giant, Nokia.
O commemorate- it’s no longer Utopia!
The grand old building of Ripon,
Matching the blemishness of Nippon.

Yet the political bells are ringing,
Where there’s incessant mud-slinging;
If we were to forget ethos,
We would land in bathos,
Feeling we’re left in the lurch,
With our only resort, the church!

Come what may-
Will my charm for you ever cease? Nay!