India
I ndia of scenic beauty and sages, booming in globe’s pages
N ever without God’s true sons through all the ages
D read famine may prowl, still social life at all stages
I am hallowed by its temples, mountains and the Ganges
A nd would love to live in India with all its shortages.
Thy glorious smile divine and earthly lands
Showering wealth from well-stored hands
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April 10, 2014
Form : Acrostic (Rhyme)
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth Place win
Contest: Acrostic by Kim Merryman
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