In this cycle of life, I look to see a land
Where peace, love, and purity was created by God's hands
The smell of tamarind, incense and many other things fill the air
I don't care just happy to be here
The bull goes where ever, the dog sleeps in the middle of the street
A family of five balance on a motorcycle defying gravity
The blind *guru listens to the clink of a coin
*Aap ke lie gud karma, he would say
In this cycle of life, I hope to find me
This soul comes home to find it's reality
To hear the words the brings life new meaning
In the doorway, two *Lakshmi wait to greet me
One with her many hands of protection and prosperity
The other holding a plate of *sabzi and *chapattis
It is like a kings feast after a long journey
In this cycle of life, I return to a land
To the place where the deities stand
Under the trash and dust of the streets
Is mother India the origins of peace, love, and purity
On the cab's dash sits *Ganesh looking at me
To make sure my journey is obstacle free
Heading up the mountain on *Abu road a troop of *bandaras
Sit on the hood of a car waiting for their next meal
In the schoolyard
Children play *Kho, Kho, and *poshum pa
It makes me think of simpler days
Wishing I was still a child today
India is my long lost family
The smell of tamarind, incense and many other things fill the air
I don't care just happy to be here
The bull goes where ever, the dog sleeps in the middle of the street
A family of five balance on a motorcycle defying gravity
The blind *guru listens to the clink of a coin
*Aap ke lie gud karma, he would say
In this cycle of life, I hope to find me
This soul comes home to find it's reality
To hear the words the brings life new meaning
In the doorway, two *Lakshmi wait to greet me
One with her many hands of protection and prosperity
The other holding a plate of *sabzi and *chapattis
It is like a kings feast after a long journey
In this cycle of life, I return to a land
To the place where the deities stand
Under the trash and dust of the streets
Is mother India the origins of peace, love, and purity
On the cab's dash sits *Ganesh looking at me
To make sure my journey is obstacle free
Heading up the mountain on *Abu road a troop of *bandaras
Sit on the hood of a car waiting for their next meal
In the schoolyard
Children play *Kho, Kho, and *poshum pa
It makes me think of simpler days
Wishing I was still a child today
India is my long lost family
©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2016
*words in italic written in hindi
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