Sweet, sweet India. [-poem-]
Dancing, intricate steps. Fluid movements.
Each day. Each night. In sunlight, starlight, to a melody all her own.
Mother India. Like the mother who gave you life.
She soothes your heart while wishing, waiting patiently for a child too old, too busy to pause.
A beautiful, beautiful home.
She welcomes you without hesitation, providing a warm place for your head, your soul.
A mystical magical world, evoking wonder.
A land and people of color, of scent, of softness, of spice.
You’re free to lose your self, finally, in the beauty of life.
This beautiful, beautiful life.
In sweet, sweet India.
To sweet, sweet India.