India (For My Dearest 'Shita)

The land is in Asia
It is called India
There than in the Sahel
It is windier.

Tell me of India
And of Gandhi's sari
Traditional simplicity
Like the safari.

I like India
Land of the pretty maid
World contests won
Without aid.

I will go to India
One fine day
When I make up my mind
None will stand in my way.