The geographers and geologists are driven,
the same way, as artists and poets, it is heaven.
My mainland’s dramatically high
ornamented Himalayan range,
and Indo-Gangetic plains are such
that pantheon worshippers rarely change.
Terraces of flowerbed, shapes
avenue of cascades interiors around,
against Blue Mountains background,
unimaginative dimensions of landscapes,
for miles to miles in all directions, sunrise
a Glimpse of Paradise.
Streams, mountains, groves and meadows,
Silvery intruding rays, overflows sky and
I happen to have glance through the train
passing, Khandala the Maharashtrian Vein.
Heavenly beautiful starry night
remained engraved in my mind.
Fragrances of tuberose,
entry variety of summer, rain and winter poses,
for the earth’s actresses.
the stages as Goan wondrous beaches.
Enchanting clustered palms
romancing inside deep
Lakes of Kerela, of which, the charm
remains expressed incomplete.
Empire of hills and rocks,
depth of India the South
puts stocks of ecstasy,
the winning waves of Chennai beaches
bridging gaps of races.
Artist’s busy chisel,
legendary ancient verdant
silent plains profound
blue Chilika or Puri’s
ivory calm horizon’s bound.
Zigzag corridors in
north of West Bengal
towards the mysterious Himalayas
lies the real jewel, Nature has designed on earth.
Again Almighty strove legend in Vindhya,
victorious beauty Malwa the Madhya Pradesh,
lofty proud of my birthplace.