India: Travel Story

I wandered for green,

In shining sands of Rajasthan.

I fooled myself for years,

In myths of my belief.

I needed to move,

To explore my search.

India! Five words,

“Inherent natural dynasty of independent arrivals.”

I felt the same, from east to west,

North to south, in my travels.

Everywhere from the window of train,

I admired deep green pastures of nature.

My retinas widened up-to it’s heights,

And my mouth binds to say ‘wow!’

Long long, and water goes,

My eyes being a swimmer,

Travelled depths of that water pool.

Hills, raising to sky,

Valleys deepened to find.

Perhaps! God or the ending core.

It was unpredictability of my thoughts,

Which keeps me to some stops.

But nights which termed colder from hot,

Forces me to collect my approach.

Approach which gave me strength to explore,

The nature!

Teaches us perhaps!

To control.

Every  fold of  my body,

Admits the nature’s glory.

Whatever I did, it gave in return,

Like a breed.

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