From India To Her Little Ones

Two little bunny ears on my head

On my heartland, there is a holy river and its bed

Both my arms stretched vast open

A tiny little tail on the right little broken

The huge snowy mountain on the top

Guarding as a perfect cop

Covering me from the wind so cold

Or from enemies not so old

Down at my ankle 

I look like an inverted triangle

With the ocean on my side

And beaches and coasts drawing angles pretty wide

I have stayed here for many years past 

Seeing the world moving so very fast

My dear little children, I live in you

I know you can just believe in what you do.