Echos of Ganga
The rustle of silk saris in a temple breeze,
a voice that echoes with the ancient Ganga's flow,
a woman weaves words, her heart at ease,
a tapestry of stories, where ancient myths grow.
She speaks in the language of her ancestors' prayers,
a melody of tongues, vibrant and bold,
her words, a peacock's dance, in the air,
a symphony of whispers, stories untold.
From the quiet hum of a flute in the twilight
to the thunderous beat of a monsoon drum,
she sings in the languages of every light,
a mosaic of experiences, her spirit spun.
In her verses, traditions dance and collide,
she breaks the silence, with a fearless stride,
her words, a bridge, across the cultural divide,
a chorus of voices, rising, with pride.
She is the voice of countless, whispered desires,
a woman who speaks the truth, with fire, her words,
a flame, dispelling all fears,
a woman in poetry, forever near.
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Dr. Padmashree R P
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