India's Daughter

From North Pole To South Pole From earth to moon There seemed distance not lying in between As if nearing closer Closer home walking through Farness was as panicky to a coward soul As work to a person torpid and in grumble Simple yet marked was her frigate Though not sailing through water nor firmament Yet silhouetted Against riding along the lonely high road Leading to homeland miles and miles away in a village Upon a bicycle with a lot of mileage Shady became the road When trees were around Cradling her in their arms as if their own child In such days as torrid She hurried on After a pause turning her back upon The road that lay ahead And be it diverged At some ancient point She knew her path well yet Leading to homeland and home Where breathed easy her brothers and sisters and mom And her dad was behind seated on pillion Accompanying her long journey through like a brave soldier on mission Weary, restless and hungry Yet she turned beds thorny to flowery In a week time Covering thousand miles Looked like an easy venture for her so strained as was she Thus earning accolades infinite from her country Upon reaching safe home and family Oh what a bravery The truth never flaunted in the face of misery I salute you my dear As India's daughter Bold, determined and fifteen year old Dreaming home when asleep was the world