Reflection
Standing on the shore of Ganges,
where the heart meets with nature,
and its unfolded curiosity spreads over and over.
Sun's bliss makes it more joyful than the ferries.
Green lacustrine hyacinths set off,
for a captivating journey.
The silver waves go up and down, making the river more glistening and fascinating.
The tiny boats move swiftly like a whistling train.
Some children are playing with their
fish nets, with great optimism.
The waves go higher and higher,
but can't reach the shore,
where I am standing with the yellow flowers of spring and purity,
A shrilly wind comes ahead, to share its restless verses, with me and my almighty!
But again, goes back for a new creation.
Within these every mishaps,
the surface of water minutely sculpted, its new lover,
with all its eternal embrace.
It is my reflection!
Author: Debadrita Sarkar
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