I wrote this after a week spent visiting India. More days to come and I can’t wait to see what I will find more.
Sunlight paints the bustling square,
A million hues, a vibrant flair.
Silk saris drape on weathered frames,
Whispers of hardship, whispered names.
Taj Mahal weeps in marble white,
A love song carved in fading light.
Yet eyes that gleam with laughter bright,
Reflect a spirit taking flight.
Bollywood beats, a vibrant hum,
Amidst the dust, dreams overcome.
Cows graze by temples, gods untold,
A tapestry of new and old.
Misery’s shadow, long and stark,
But smiles bloom, leaving its mark.
A nation rising, claiming space,
With soul’s rich tapestry, it finds its place.
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