The land is in Asia
It is called India
There than in the Sahel
It is windier.
Tell me of India
And of Gandhi's sari
Traditional simplicity
Like the safari.
I like India
Land of the pretty maid
World contests won
Without aid.
I will go to India
One fine day
When I make up my mind
None will stand in my way.
samuel nze
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/india-3/
