My India

by Sony Dalia



Space for all… railway coaches, buses, street corners testify paanipoori, chaat, vada pav, mirchi, patronized lovingly as food festivals in Taj, Hyatt Regency or the Park; Kolkata trams, Mumbai 'local's , Hyderabad ‘MMTS’, loaded without limits. That’s my India, dear! Aam Aadmi adores … Cricket in Mumbai and Ranchi, Sania Mirza and Saina Nehwal; Malkhambh a rage in rural areas The ‘flying Sikh’ still inspires. That’s my India, friend! Naaga Sadhus, ash-smeared bodies, curious visitors wading in swim-wear, Holy Ganga ji swells in pride, affectionate always, considerate consummately, sanctifies land, lives lovingly… where were the masses all the time, swamping Allahabad for Kumbh Mela? That’s our India, behold!

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Thanks a lot,sir.You are so kind.

Sony Dalia
19-Jan-2013 10:15 AM

I liked the picture India the poem , friend !!

Bharat Mehru
19-Jan-2013 09:11 AM