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Space for all…
railway coaches, buses, street corners testify
paanipoori, chaat, vada pav, mirchi,
patronized lovingly
as food festivals in Taj, Hyatt Regency or the Park;
Kolkata trams, Mumbai 'local's , Hyderabad ‘MMTS’,
loaded without limits.
That’s my India, dear!
Aam Aadmi adores …
Cricket in Mumbai and Ranchi,
Sania Mirza and Saina Nehwal;
Malkhambh a rage in rural areas
The ‘flying Sikh’ still inspires.
That’s my India, friend!
Naaga Sadhus, ash-smeared bodies,
curious visitors wading in swim-wear,
Holy Ganga ji swells in pride,
affectionate always, considerate consummately,
sanctifies land, lives lovingly…
where were the masses all the time,
swamping Allahabad for Kumbh Mela?
That’s our India, behold! |
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