My India
By Julie Gengo
When you fall in love
it transcends the world
All encompassing
and consuming
My India,
rich in pleasure
alive in movement
sacred in sound
Vibrant colors
infiltrate souls
like a tonic
on a crisp winter's night
Drink from the river
and feel
the lives of men
past and present
Bow down to
the noble one
the purveyor of light
who removes darkness
Ashes on my forehead
water at my feet
As I walk down the path
of perseverance
I transform