In this cycle of life, I look to see a land
Where peace, love, and purity was created by Gods hands
The smell of tamarind, incense and many other things fill the air
I don’t care just happy to be here
The bull goes were ever, the dog sleeps in the middle of the street
Family of five balance on a motorcycle defying gravity
The blind *guru listens for the clink of a coin
*Aap ke lie gud karma, he would say
In this cycle of life, I hope to find me
This soul comes home to find it’s reality
To hear the words that bring life new meaning
At the doorway, two Laxmis wait for me
One waving her many hands to greet me
The other holding a plate *sabjiyaan and *chapatis
It is like a king’s feast after a long journey
In this cycle of life, I return to a land
To the place where the deities stand
Under the trash and dusty street
Is mother India the origins of peace, love, and purity
In the cab’s front seat Ganesh sit on the dash looking at me
To make sure my travel is obstacle free
Up to the mountain on *Abu road a troop of *bandaron
Sit on the hood of the car waiting for their next meal
In the schoolyard
Children play *kho kho and *poshumpa
It makes me think of simpler days
I wish I was a child today
In this cycle of life, I see the images of India
India is my long lost family
©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2016