A day to remember
A gentle breeze calls out to those who listen,
Through the song that whispers to the ear.
It silently waffles and no one seems to hear,
Along the ghat where we’re lost and found.
The Ganga still awaits for you to return,
As the ripples sparkled with what is left.
Dark seems much darker on a summer night
and the art of letting go only purifies the sins.
The steep steps sliding down to the river,
Reflects the images of the horizon along with it.
Staring at the surface from far above,
You can see that the lion is coming back.
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