A passage to India*

This great nation
an eternal river of wisdom
running back
out of the ocean –
the source of everything known
and unknown;
seeking dry worlds to moisten
the ignorance born.

This great land
a bearer of a million beaming Suns
dazzling out
from the galaxy of the billions,
the forebear of philosophies, of religions
to enlighten the truth faded
seeking dark jungles to brighten
the death pervaded.

Where else lies the home of the supreme
through a shunya?, where else found
a timeless existence carved in stones?

a glory sung in great poetries,
and where else lies the route to the final home
of all spirits?

This eternal nation a living soul
an infinite beauty narrated in epics,
it’s nature inexplainable in ages,
possessing a breathing god,
seeking dry worlds to moisten
the ignorance born.

 

*The title is Inspired by the Walt Whitman’s poem of the same title.

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