Her innocent eyes now viewing the globalised world with doubt but confident enough of her vision..
Her face glowing due to the modern cosmetics, at the same time retaining all her Indianized humble looks which magnified her beauty and made the world look at her with envy..
Her soft hair sliding down her shining crown, swaying to the tunes of the freedom of air experienced by her once oppressed people..
Rich and vast rivers flowing all over her, cleansing her,breathing life in to her and attracting their cloud companion to discharge their accumulated wealth in to her..
Her blood that has absorbed all the known religions, civilizations and cultures, flowing through her viens; binding her people together and reminding them of the rich heritage and the unity despite diversity..
Both the bay of bengal and the arabian racing against each other to cleanse their mothers feet in the tip of Kanya Kumari..
There stood Mother India as a guiding light proud of her wisdom ,age and values looking forward for a better world..
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