The Country of Joy

The sunlight peeps in,
Through the narrow lanes,the winding streets,
And the day begins.
Homeless people abound here, and poverty is
everywhere,
All they want is a little love and little care.
The human flow is an endless one,
Here one can only run and run and run....
Yet,this is our Country of Joy,
And the warmth that one can enjoy,
Comes not from the mighty sun,
But from the heart of every Indian.