Incredible India
Incredible India
A place where,
A shrine,
Is Along side,
The house of red doors.
Saint are the ones
Who have visited the both.
Where,
You find extraterrestrials
Residing in dark rooms.
And homo sapiens
Guarding their foot doors.
The real freedom is experienced,
Only by one of those.
Where,
You cultivate crops,
In your farm lands.
By spreading
Natural fertilizers
To your own fields.
Where,
You save your daughters
And wives, from animals wild
And hippies.
And let them wonder
and search
For a nice place, to get free.
Where,
You educate, freedom of
Expression
And speech.
And honour the first ones,
With bullets and
showerings
Where,
Devi is worshipped
And is coloured red.
In the temples
And in the streets.
Where,
Milk serves many utilities,
From drinking
To offering.
To please and
Get something, more worthy.
Where,
Age is just a number,
To explore the wonders
Or her anatomy.
If explored too much,
Wasn't your fault,
Twas just too tempting
For thee.
For,
We are a country
Of billions.
And millions to feed.
With the most numbers
Of billionaires.
But even more in
Poverty.
What's the name, you ask?
I live in,
The Incredible India, you see.