The Perfection Of Imperfection

India -  

Upheld by her architecture,

Groomed by her culture,

She glories in all her might,

Bestowing sight,

To the millions who seek her.

Crowned by the gilded mountains,

Bathed in sunshine filigree,

Draped in silken rivers

She redefines beauty.

Mother Nature’s most favorite princess,

Welcoming throngs of devotees,

With open arms,

To pay respect to the Almighties,

Nestled deep in her charms.

Found in her heart,

Is her ethereal art.

Amidst the mob of people at the mela,

A thousand hearts beat in synchrony 

As an answer to the proud roar of our nation...

Wasted are our youths,

Unless drenched in sacrificial blood.

Never shall we bow down our head,

Fight, we shall.....

Till our last breath.