What can I do?
What, when every craving
is fulfilled, every daydream,
brought to life,
when every grain
of sand burns white
under Betul sunbeams,
every smile skips
like a rare gem from one
wave's crest to another?
When everyone I meet
considers hospitality
a responsibility?
What can I do
in the face of such majesty?
I've been struck
into a state of perpetual
gratitude by so many hands
in this promising land.
I kneel before you, India,
I give you my words.
It's the least I can do, for
you have made me
the luckiest.
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