India, much more than a country to me She is really a solar system that controls me With her pull not gravitational but always Inspirational. In her slender frame she frames beauty like An outline or the shape of an expensive bottle Of wine or a crystal glass of cash stashed in the Dash of an E class… If I’m the camera..she’s that flash It’s pretty tough to be prettier than Miss Petite Perpetually pleasing to all eyes and lenses and binoculars And microscopes and magnifying glasses and infrared And if you’ve read her expressions you see the light Dancing in her eyes and her body dancing to the beat And to beat her dancing requires expert eyes and body… Can she here me whisper her name in seasons of discontent Maybe, unless the sound of flapping wings disturbs the sound As the angels follow their princess as she floats on this earth To give us a taste of her beauty and the blessing of her voice And the light of her soul and the glimmer of her smile and The genius of her brain and in mom...