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 !


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"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.

Copyright © Vidya Pandarinath | Year Posted 2025

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