India, an Enigma

She stands with arms open,
steadfast in times of turmoil,
donning the lovely tri-colors,
holy rivers making a beautiful smile.
She is the mother of pearls.

The land of festivals,
with a romantic history,
language and God of choice,
and culture has an identity.
Here music finds its voice.

Her magnetic architectures,
as old as her mysterious traditions,
hold beautiful treasures.

When people want to break her,
it so pains my heart,
the image of her future seems,
a mirror of the past.
And my dreams remain just memories.

But India has won,
you and I can live together
as one,
now and forever.

From India Was One