Poor children roaming on the roads
But with heart full of gold untold.
Dirty roads and poor hygiene
But people who care to love thee and thine.
Superstitions and myths abound
But hands which worship God all around.
Buying bad chinese goods for kids and old
But teaching good morals with stories gold.
Corruption percolating from rich to poor
But most are simple with needs, sure.
Illness affecting the uncared for lot
But with mind strong which cares for all.
Shame in native language and culture
But will teach children three languages to treasure.
A mixed bag of sweet and spices, a lot to improve,
to treasure, to cherish, to think, to do and to be.
India, you are my life blood and soul.
Wake up India, see your ancient past.
Dont trade your soul for junk food fast.
Be unique and Be You, My India,
Stay strong and stand tall for all.