Impressions of India
By the stairs of Ganges river
I can see my face grow older
At a crowded marketplace
Sacred animals and people
Rushes together to the same way
By the fragrance of spices
That travels world away
The sound of sitar
By Ravi Shankar
Echoes through the place
Where Mahatma lived once
That's the India I have in mind
A place full of pride.
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