In hues of red and rich gold the Sun sets over India
Eagerly she embraces him in folds of purple and indigo.
Soon I take to the air and ride the clouds
Looking earthwards at India’s rich tapestry below
The green and gold of crops and rice paddies
The distant glint of water catches my eye
And below me her majestic rivers serenely flow.
Back home to familiar and much loved people and places
I travel – soon to reunite with those from whom I’ve been apart
Returning to the country of my blood
Leaving behind the country of my heart
Friends both met and unmet crowd my mind
Some so familiar that meeting them went unremark’d
Others elusive, just out of reach: this was not our time
And still more new and unexpected, delighted to find
Across culture and language we could understand
A common love of life and love of India, and the land
Brought riches to our lives, offering friendship’s hand
Farewell, beloved country, Indra’s exquisite net
Enfolds you in a myriad soft and velvet threads
The Northern stars sparkle like diamonds
In your soft lustrous ink black canopy
Sensual, spicy perfumes fill the heavy air
Snow decked mountains dream of heroes past
This image I will keep in my heart until at last
I step upon your treasure-filled shores again.
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