Wednesday, April 1, 2009

I am the Soil

I am the Soil…
With a history so royal…
A past of gold,
And an age that is really old.

From wars to struggles…
From singles to snuggles…
I have seen it all,
And grown, despite the juggles.

A land so vast…
Filled with cultural blast…
I value every corner,
Each person and even the most visited foreigner.

With Ghats on the west…
And Plateaus to the east…
Surrounded by water,
I am every traveler’s feast.

Wildlife and parks…
Forests and barks…
Hill stations so pretty,
I also own an arc shaped city.

The queen’s necklace…
The city that doesn’t sleep…
Mumbai is the feather in my cap,
With the will power and zeal to grow, so deep.

Money is minted here…
From Dollars to Euros…
Sensex is the daily bread,
The ups and downs in the bureaus.

A state with passion…
And cities at top rank in fashion…
You would know me only if you visit,
Maharashtra…the soil that grows with compassion.