- published: 28 Nov 2009
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India, officially the Republic of India (Bhārat Gaṇarājya), is a country in South Asia. It is the seventh-largest country by area, the second-most populous country with over 1.2 billion people, and the most populous democracy in the world. Bounded by the Indian Ocean on the south, the Arabian Sea on the south-west, and the Bay of Bengal on the south-east, it shares land borders with Pakistan to the west;China, Nepal, and Bhutan to the north-east; and Myanmar (Burma) and Bangladesh to the east. In the Indian Ocean, India is in the vicinity of Sri Lanka and the Maldives; in addition, India's Andaman and Nicobar Islands share a maritime border with Thailand and Indonesia.
Home to the ancient Indus Valley Civilisation and a region of historic trade routes and vast empires, the Indian subcontinent was identified with its commercial and cultural wealth for much of its long history. Four religions—Hinduism, Buddhism, Jainism, and Sikhism—originated here, whereas Zoroastrianism, Judaism, Christianity, and Islam arrived in the 1st millennium CE and also shaped the region's diverse culture. Gradually annexed by and brought under the administration of the British East India Company from the early 18th century and administered directly by the United Kingdom after the Indian Rebellion of 1857, India became an independent nation in 1947 after a struggle for independence that was marked by non-violent resistance led by Mahatma Gandhi.
I walk among the withered graves
Through the corridors of time
Halls cast in iron and stone.
I speak through the darkness of my soul,
I see a flame flickering in a distant corner
Like the beacon among the stars,
upon the nightblue sky
Far away on tracks unveiled
Beyond the treasures of history
Whispering to me... as the wind among the trees
With the tone of the soft, complaining flute
Thine eyes mirrored in chaos
Exposing thy very self
In the night I shall come to you
An image by your thoughts created.
A child born in thy mind
Created by the illusions of life
So far away from reality
All are forsaken
Take a step through the mirrored halls
The corridors of time.
Voices echoing
From the walls screaming
Telling tales lost in time
Tormention in ages we dimly remember
A distant light shimmering
As one walk through the catacombs
Into the endless spheres
The rays enlightening the void of life
Echoing voices in the dark
Oh How the wounded cries
Twisted voices never fade
Resounding through eternity
No describing words
Into the endless spheres we float
Entranced by the beauty of the tormented spirits