Incredible India, my motherland

(My ancestors were from Iraq and Arabia but parents Indian)

Ah, to this land of the monsoon,
 where unrelenting sunny spells reign 
Yet for frozen land tourists,
a tropical warm boon.

Where bullock carts, stray dogs,
horse carriages, goats and cows
pedestrians, , bikes and rickshaws
scooters, trucks, motorbikes and cabs
all compete together,
in quirky jampacked traffic jams
On crammed roads you could
ram into bulls and rams

I've even spotted elephants
trotting about in the streets
India also famous for its sweetmeats 

So brakes forever screeching,
the cars forever honking, hooting
while beggers begged and pickpockets
could go a' looting on a footing

But where else you'd see,
ducks and ponds in the city,
buffaloes wallowing in mud
without fear or pity!

Literally an urban jungle eh,
you'd think with a wink
and in many's esteem this land
shall never ever sink.

Then pass the huge expanses
of paddy fields and the rice farmers
and next come face to face
with those Indian snake charmers!

Ah, and the imposing edifice, Tajmahal,
one of the seven wonders of the world
No where else found, and the epic Himalayas
that also show up on India's map unfurled

Then a whole vast ocean with her name
The Indian ocean knows and salutes her fame!

As for me, meeting relatives there,
is the best best part
then shopping too in each
and every crowded mart
shopping like crazy,
filling my shopping sprees' cart!

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