Great Stroll of India

This is the fictitious traveller who tip toes its way across India's boundaries.

I travel to north, straight to the great heights,
Home to Kashmir of the awe-inspiring sights,
Seamless and spread across the landscape,
Sleeping conveniently under the icy drape,

I turn south where the tufts where seen,
This is where the revolution was green,
A desert was sweeping, majestic and grand,
An aroma of royalty through the shifting sands,

Sauntering across my throat had parched,
To the salt land, where Gandhi had marched,
Watching the footsteps of Father of the nation,
Peace and tolerance had a shared an intimation,

Then comes the marquee of India's finance,
A city where everyone waits for their chance,
It flows along the pace and also has its own grace,
Then you turn west and find the vast sea to the face,

India is there, stretching across as millions of islands,
Scattered and much further away from the inner-lands,
Trampolining  across the ocean, following the evening star,
Here comes the pristine and wondrous Andaman and Nicobar,

I undertook my natation through the Bay of Bengal,
Landed in Kolkata, so bustling it brings you to a stall,
Standing upon the misty brow, you lose yourself in the calm,
Inseparable is the North-East alongside Assam and Mizoram,

Straddled across India and Nepal, standing as a colossus,
Himalayas are imposing for any traveller who crosses,
India is culture who borders are open to blend,
As I mark through, this journey comes to an end.

                                                         - Rajmohan Yadav