In the skies above, where clouds unfold,
The India Meteorological Department, brave and bold,
Watches the heavens, in silence they stand,
Guiding our nation with an unseen hand.
From cyclones fierce to monsoons’ grace,
IMD forecasts with time and space.
With satellites high and stations wide,
They track the storms, the winds, and the tide.
A lifeline for farmers, for all who sow,
Their timely warnings help crops to grow.
In villages, cities, across the land,
IMD’s knowledge is a steady hand.
Through heatwaves’ burn and floods’ rise,
They see the world through watchful eyes.
Disasters looming, they give us a voice,
Ensuring we’re ready, we make the right choice.
Climate’s changing, the planet cries,
But IMD’s efforts reach for the skies.
With data, with science, with every clue,
They help us understand what we must do.
Fifty years have passed, yet the journey’s long,
IMD’s service continues, steady and strong.
To our skies, to our earth, their mission remains,
A promise to weather all storms, through sun and rains.
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