Odyssey To India

the Hissings of mumbai
the bright colours of the city chimes
this motherland of mine
has many stories and tales that shines

the buzzing streets of surat
buried with past secrets
people commemorate despite of their different lives
all residing side by side

mango bazaar in valsad
designer clothes and bag shops
an orphan child close by
hiding his smile
i say "a hundred rupee for you young man"
he modestly decorates his face with a fragile smile

an eerie presence in taluka-tala
a place of my ancient ancestors
village-folk congregates as the daylight slowly become darkness
a spirited singing begger illuminates the night with precious richness
   
"A family trip to india inspired me to write a poem about the cultural,vibrant and cosmopolitan
some cities of india. A beautiful country with wonderful people"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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August 23, 2010 at 5:16 AM
I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Sirajali. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol
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August 22, 2010 at 1:49 PM
I would love to go to India to see the beautiful history. Intriguing the way the wives cook food and have it delivered to their husbands. I saw a man carrying the food pots on a stick and going to each business delivering it. Thanks for sharing.
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August 22, 2010 at 11:58 AM
thank you for sharing this with all of us here.. The places you describe are new to me. keep it up. always Michael
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