People, people, people,
Crowded shops, crowded roads,
Crowded buses and trains.
Cows stuck in traffic,
Dogs wandering around,
Pigs walking in a line, mother, piglet, piglet.
Trucks on the road, signs written on the back,
Cars speeding by, noises everywhere.
Tourists walking on the streets, asking for directions,
Temples are crowded, prayers echoing everywhere.
Women buying saris, bangles and bindies,
Fighting over vegetables.
People arguing, talking, and having fun,
Everything is as it should be.
While I sit here across the ocean,
Remembering and missing
India.
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