Mmotherland Stories

(My ancestors were Iraqi, forefather Arabian but parents Indian. I'm settled in Tanzania, was born in Nigeria, grew up in South Africa. ) 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 So brakes forever screeching, the conveyances forever honking, hooting while beggers begged, yet despite crowds no one loosing their cool or 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! © All Rights Reserved