Passage to India
A ship, a journey,
across a vast blue sea.
India calls
it a whispered mystery.
Foreign lands,
new sights unfold,
colonial eyes,
stories yet untold.
East meets West,
clash and blend,
cultures collide,
a world to transcend.
Hidden truths,
uncertainties,
a clash of hearts,
and different realities.
A passage,
not just of place,
but of minds,
in time and space.
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