On the banks of a holy river
The Ganges winds round and round
Twirling twisting shapes
Rising waves
Floating flowers
A conch shell the distance blows
A call beckoning asleep, arise
Raising rising mantra
Folded hands bowed heads Before the rising lord
Salute the sun
Saffroned splendour
Welcome the birth of daylight
A ray of sunshine joy to bring every life guide
Farewell night a tired traveller
Your part is done moments daylight entered
A lone woman sitting on a rock
Looks into water deep eyes
Searching searching for a silence....
What says the river today
What does she hear
Floating fragments waves bring
Lost flowers a light swimming bravely
Whose prayers are these
Who places a tiny light upon the heart
Of flowing floating river of might
Why do these flowers tremble to touch every ripple of water
Speckled dew, drops her eyes
Reverberating sounds mingled voices
Past and present
Merging streams of sound, waking light of dawn
Many answered dreams float in image waters Ganges
Eyes penetrate hidden depths silent bosom
A land of many wonders
Oceans away
Nestled asleep at the feet of the mighty Himalaya
Ganges rests with her sisters in deep sleep
And when torrid currents overcome an outside world too harsh
Waves of tapestry she lends covering naked bodies of grief.
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@ Kavita in "An Amorphous Melody"
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