Thinking of India Poem

A country where I was born,
where I took my first tiny steps,
A country which taught me it's language of love,
where I blossomed counting it's innumerable blessings.
India, you beckon me.

A country which shaped my future,
where I learnt to respect and pray,
A country which solidified my ideologies,
where I lived a contented soul.
India, you beckon me.

Your mountains I trekked,
Your rivers I rafted,
Your valleys I traversed,
Your people I loved.
India, you beckon me.

Your simplicity, the greatest virtue,
Your diversity, the greatest vigor,
Your vastness, the greatest quest,
Your beauty, the greatest solace.
India, you beckon me.

Now, thousands of miles away,
I am lost, I am forlorn,
I hear my soul say,
I long to be home, take me there.
India, you beckon me.

Living my life away from her,
A new realization dawns,
A place my own, a place so pure,
Needs me back, needs me home.
India, you beckon me.

Diverse is the land of saints,
Proud of it's heritage are we,
It's purity we shall not taint,
Pleased with it's evolution are we.
India, you beckon me.

With my roots in you,
I left my heart behind,
I wish to be back to find myself,
To give you what you gave me.
India, you beckon me.

It’s You and Me she gestures,
“Open your eyes, come back to me,
You have a work undone, a dream unrealized…
Come and see me thrive”.
India, you beckon me.