Bharat
-There where the Beauty lies-

There where the Beauty lies
On red walls fortresses
Nibbled by winds and crows
Peacocks with tails unfurled
Shout its unevenness
in fans of insane colors.

There where the Beauty lies
Under her soles the Mother kneads
The dark forehead of Shiva
Until the pain
Drowns in its only tears
And silently surrenders.

There where the Beauty lies
Divine smiles are born by mortals
Out of the soul’s ambrosia
And given for adoption
To foreigners
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There where the Beauty lies
People are not afraid
Of rain
Of pain
Of dust
Or us.
There where the Beauty lies…
The Freedom lies beneath.