Ancient and old,
With thousands of legends in fold;
A cradle of cultures and civilizations,
And the mother of spiritual reflections.
Where Rama once walked,
And Krishna revealed his thoughts;
Where Vedas were unveiled,
To let the truth prevail.
That gave birth to human speech,
Where love and tolerance are preached;
The idea of Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam was born,
And hatred, evil and violence were scorned.
That gave birth to zero
And many spiritual heroes;
Where Mahatma Gandhi walked,
And Buddha gave enlightened talks.
Crowned by the highest mountains,
Washed by holy rivers and fountains;
Surrounded by oceans and forests
And adorned by lakes and deserts.
Of the Hindus and Muslims,
Christians and Jews;
Where Sikhs adorn their turbans,
And Jains walk bare feet and unburdened.
Of ragas and classical dances,
Meditation and yogic advances;
Supported by Bollywood songs,
And a variety of mystic monks.
Of palaces, forts and mansions,
Hovels, slums and deprivations;
Of piety, charm and glamour,
Yet always with spiritual flavour.
That appears anarchic and chaotic
Still very charming and democratic;
Some find it amazing
Gauri Shankar Gupta
11th August, 2015