I love my India, and even more, I love its people—
From aghoras to sadhus, meditators, and gurus;
To poor families, street beggars, and rickshaw pullers;
Auto drivers, lorry drivers, farmers, and artisans;
Industrialists, business giants—Tata, Birla, Ambani—and so many more.
I hold deep respect for women who work and care for their families,
For elders who guide their children and grandchildren.
Whom do I not love? We are one, a family—
Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam—
Under one sky, on one piece of land.
We learn from other nations, their efforts inspire us;
We share knowledge, we build together, so that everyone may have three meals a day and a roof to rest beneath.
My journey as an Indian took me to foreign lands,
Where strangers showered me with blessings, and I gave them love in return.
It is not about one country standing above all;
Every nation, every poor land—Africa, South America—plays a vital role.
So let us live together, help one another;
We are one planet, one human family.
Earning money alone is not enough—
Every penny must be wisely spent,
Used to lift the needy, the poor.
We earn much, but we must reinvest,
To multiply hope, to multiply life—
Instead of feeding one hundred, let us feed two hundred.
Our hard work is a blessing,
But only when used with care,
Only when it is shared,
It blesses us beyond measure.
So come, let us join hands,
Let us build a planet where no one is left behind.
I don’t just call for food,
I call for jobs, for education, for dignity.
For when we empower, not just feed,
We give a life that continues to grow.
— Jessy Jacob
