India pulls me in
with the pain of love and smile.
It invites me to the cool  breeze of
its Himalyas, its Gangas and its sandstones
where I played and left
foot prints in crop-rich soil
crowded with the shadowy trees.
They raised me and my emotions,
told me about living
and taught me to burn
the jealousy as a pure flame.
It comes near me;
I can feel an attractive scent
from a tranced afternoon in my vain.
and I hear voices from
Kashmir to Kanyakumari;
I hear in my heartbeat.
I want to wander
in those streets again,
and again I want to live
in India.