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Across the Globe With Smriti Jha
My country formed in violent revolution over the taxation,
Of sugar, tea, and stamps from mother England.
My country enslaved with a narrow vision of traditionalism,
Drowning in the sea of religious fanaticism.
You should come in July when we celebrate Independence Day.
You can find me in the park watching the display.
The promising October will enrich your vision.
As the female deity; Durga is worshiped every season.
I will take you to a major league baseball game.
We will root for the home team, and pray it doesn’t rain.
We will sit and watch Tendulkar the icon of cricket,
And applaud enthusiastically for each and every wicket.
An introduction to American cuisine begins with chili cheese fries,
And ends with deep dish pizza that never goes to your thighs.
At the Rajasthan Kitchen the flavored curd will whet your appetite,
With the sweets giving you unfathomable delight.
Let’s take a drive to the Colorado River where time cuts through rock.
The deepest canyon in the world will leave you in amazed shock.
The holy atmosphere here near the Ganges will calm your mind.
For it is one river, so pure and divine.
I hope you enjoy your tour of our lands.
Where people of all colors will walk hand in hand.
Written in collaboration with a wonderful poetess named Smriti Jha.
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Michael Wayne
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