The hissings of mumbai
the bright colours of the city chimes
this motherland of mine
has many stories and tales that shines

The buzzing streets of surat
buried with past secrets
people commemorate despite of their different lifes
all residing side by side

mango bazaar in valsad
designer clothes and bag shops
an orphan child close by
hiding his smile
i say 'a hundred rupee for you young man'
he modestly decorates his face with a fragile smile

an eerie - presence in taluka tala
a place of my ancient ancestors
village - folk congregates, as the daylight slowly become darkness
a spirited singing begger, illuminates the night with precious richness

Sirajali Kalima

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/odyssey-to-india/