Planning a trip to Simla, the ultimate mountains,
Retaining same taxi driver for safety.
He teaching me Hindi songs,
I have him singing American ones.
He loves, 'Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do…'
We both are enjoying the lush rainforests,
But a huge sign on the continually winding mountain roads says,
'speed thrill, will kill.'
But the driver continues, me looking down,
Into a valley of great depth.
We both enter a coffee house,
And I order Indian tea grown on the slopes of Darjeeling.
Now I see that famous site of India,
A nations's incredible tolerance,
The Hindu's acceptance of all religions,
In Hindustan.
Garb by garb,
Whether yellow and saffron,
White with white caps,
Green with orange,
All religions accept,
In Hindustan.
So I from the World's Most Populous Democracy,
Returning days later,
To the World's Most Popular Democracy,
I bless all people of this world,
In being the same and also so divergent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem