Motherland is...

Where every guest is seen as Bhagwan,

And most women walk around with their long hair in a bun.

Where communities are awaken by the ringing bells of mandirs,

And the sound of azan from various masjids.

Where every kisan is out selling their produce on the streets,

And retirement is nonexistent for most elderly are still working on their feet.

Where delicious, authentic masala chai,

Is made in a stall down the street by that one guy.

Where every afternoon kids are seen in their uniform,

Cheering and laughing, sending feelings of warm.

Despite the changes in language state by state,

Hospitality and warmth constantly remain great,

With flavorful regional food on each plate,

Being part of a country like this is a delightful fate;

And regardless of how many times I visit, I am blown by its beauty till this date.

∞

Udaipur, India

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