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Angel Falls
Uninterrupted gurgle of nature, From creator's heavenly reservoirs; Bubbling, rippling, trickling white trans-nature, Ceaselessly penning watery memoirs; Is Tethys, the water-goddess, weeping? Or eternally shedding tears of joy? Or constantly irrigating the earth? Immaculate white pearls are seen creeping, Midst white-noise, as though rough pebbles decoy, Angelic water tentatively mirth...!!! It is, indeed, a revelation, grand, That the Angel falls has her connection; To India, my precious mother land, With her cosmically linking flexion; There's a young celestial Indian kid, Who could speak the language of every bird, And make them mesmerized by his power; Magic and charming enchantments he did, Each plant and tree, in his hands, he did gird, He took huge pleasure in sun and shower...! Crescent tumult of cascading funnels, Erupting, like water-volcanoes, hot; Twisting and turning through rocky tunnels, Caressing and Kissing even soil rot; Did the Absolute, in your dream, prompt you, To quench each grass those earnestly aspire, That a little drop of yours wet their lips...? When I touched and hugged you I received too, Blazing of the Holy-Ghost-like fire, That, so far, like my mother's love, tight-grips...!!! 03 May2022
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