The velvet of her skin is unmatched in its geography,
The nutbrown peak of her delicate nose,
The fragile indent in her angled cheek when she smiles,
Gentle when seen bordering the sea of her hair.
Cities gleamed in her almond eyes,
Each eye a dazzling metropolis,
Azure and emrald diversity,
As eager as a summer star and teeming with life.
The ocean flowed through her night hair,
Wild and unbound in its mystery,
Tumbling waves against her bronze face,
Deep as the neverending water.
Her cultured lips are curved and full,
Smoothed by countless eons of tradition,
Ruby red with the zeal of religious ecstacy,
Speaking the words of an epic myth.
Her bountiful body is forever rich,
Burnished wheat brown under the golden sun,
Elegantly clothed in the finest amethyst silk,
Amazing the minds of the west.
The ultimate dream of the east,
Fiery spirited lady,
Graced with the beauty of a pearl,
That lady India.