Incredible India: My Motherland

Ah, to this land of the monsoons or should it have been the sunsoons? Yet for frozen land tourists, a tropical hot boon. Where bullock carts, stray dogs, horse carriages and cows pedestrians, goats, bikes and rickshaws scooters, trucks, motorbikes and cabs all compete together in quirky medley of traffic jams On crammed roads you could ram into bulls and rams So brakes forever screeching, the cars forever honking, hooting while beggers begged and pickpockets could go a' looting on a footing But where else you'd see, ducks and ponds in the city buffaloes wallowing in mud without fear or pity! Urban jungle eh, you'd think with a wink and in many's esteem this land shan't ever sink. Then pass the huge expanses of paddy fields and the rice farmers and next come face to face with those Indian snake charmers! Ah and the imposing edifice, Tajmahal, one of the seven wonders of the world is no where else found, nor are the epic himalayas on any map unfurled except for India, and a whole ocean with her name The Indian ocean knows and salutes her fame! As for me, meeting relatives there, is the best best part then shopping too in each and every crowded mart shopping like crazy, filling my spree's shopping cart!