Water :The Divine Marvel

The little divine droplets of water bedeck The shoots and leaves, all around spread Over the tract and the rough rocky bed , As the soft seemly drizzles at the day-break Infuse an enlivening pleasure into the air ; The shiny pearls and the lustre- pendent , Though for a short spell and moment , Enchant the vision beyond all fancy flair ; Some hours past, the reviving cool breeze Brings forth the tidings of fresh ,new life To all the spread over fauna- flora rife ; And booming twitters hail from the abiding trees. Bhagirath stood for years many ,and long In ascetic penance, for the sacred flow , That he might redeem for ever, his kin-row : Souls, aged, from the infinitely cursed wrong , And regain the ethical poise on the whole ; To salvage and deliver She did descend ; With ablutions, absolve them and mend : Purge, save , recharge and liberate the soul ; Oh! the holy spell of the sacred waters Which aye, generate , protect and restore , And beyond the infinite ages carry, far more , The spirit and essence of throb in splatters . Sprinkles and droplets dripped ,bring back Even the morbid ones from the mortal way , That the vain soul might, if not longer stay, And seek the path of solace from the rack ; Wrathful pours and the scaring thunder Are but the varied pitched dissent punitive; No trial ordeal of the primeval and primitive Or of erudition of wonder ; just tear asunder ! The dancing cascades , springs or the deluge Voicing and enacting the vivacious glamour , Depict the be -all and end- all of all clamour , Of odd disasters that ensue misuse of refuge ! ***** "She " refers to the River Ganga and Bhagirath of ikshwaku lineage says the lengend brought the river down to the earth to save the souls of his forefathers from condemnation.