I rise
A little
Each day,
Closer
To the heavens,
Kissed
By clouds,
A special window
From where
The world
Looks so tranquil
My father
the Great Asia,
My mother
the Loving India,
I,
The Himalayas
Remain their
Affectionate
And obedient son
© 2016
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