INDIA
I come from a place with Mahogany trees,
With bowers of fragrant flowers surrounded by bees,
I come from a land where within it- culture and language differ,
Still humanity and brotherhood is what we prefer.
I come from a place where the poor are fed,
A place where throughout the host's house the guests are led,
A place where love and humanity is filled,
Where towers of care, trust and hope in our hearts we do build.
Copyright © Aishwarya Jathish | Year Posted 2025
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