Tears swelling, rising more with every thought that comes
in silent prayers of wanted love, vibrant sensations touch-
ing heart and soul.
Keeping pace in chords and measures of time, lively and con-
temporary, fading into the distance where tones are ever-
changing.
Colors exploding in words of song, containing rhythms belong-
ing to another country and lying here within my soul, my India
it’s called.
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