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To India
The land of snow clad mountain
And perennial rivers
Where people live in poverty and squalor;
The land of Rishis and Siddhas
Where people still live
Steeped in ignorance and superstition
The land which time and again
Was colonised and exploited by invading hordes
But still remains unconquered;
The land of my birth
Whose soil nourished my body
And whose hoary tradition
Awakened my sprit
This book is dedicated
With love.
Vethathiri
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