The Man With The Pen

From icy glaciers and snow capped mountains of the Himalayas, To the high altitude desert of Ladakh, From lush green hills of the Western Ghats, To rocky hills of the Deccan Plateau, From the fertile agricultural plains of the Ganga, To the dry, arid and hot Thar Desert, From craggy hills of The Aravallis, To the salt flats of Kutch glistening at night, From coconut lined backwaters of Kerala, To the lush green paddy fields all over, From the tea gardens in Assam, To the wheat and mustard fields of Punjab, From the rainy hills of Cherapunjee, To the untouched beauty of Tawang, From the wild mangroves of the Sundarbans, To the many hidden beaches that line our coasts and islands, When at last we come to, Where it all ends at Kanyakumari where two masses of water meet.