Shilpa is 11-years-old, and wrote this poem on her visit to India
in 2000.
Traveling far, full of tiredness Landing, with joyful smiles Late afternoon, completely listless Waiting for some action all the while
An exotic land Completely different
Everything bright and vivid Never bland
Dryness, dusty roads, and hot air Crisp guavas, juicy mangoes Spicy dishes full of flair
Sweets and treats like pan and kalakand Statues of the all-mighty one, Vishnu And the comical monkey-god Hanuman
A rainbow of sarees, and salwar-kameez tops And shimmering with color, like a coral reef sprinkled with glitter Are the beautiful bangle shops
Range of animals from monkeys to lizards Tropical plants, arrays of fruit trees Tiny chirping birds, mosquitoes and bees
Every colour and enticing smell Contributes to India's Tale that it must tell.
Shopping, relaxing, things to explore To smell, touch, taste and more. Relatives to meet, like Nana and Nani
And going for leisurely walks, with places to see Coming back to sit on the porch Sipping hot tea.
Now parting hugs, teary goodbyes It's time to soar by plane through the sky And for now, 'tis the end We sure hope to see Everyone again.
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