Chanting Sanskrit Mantra
You want to tell your dream to God.
Even though the evening light is simmering,
Ghats are lit up with diyas
Quirky graffiti on the quay wall,
Girls now acquire breeding attires.
Drifting away from the shore
The painted fishing boat becomes motionless.
Soaking in the passing showers
The hapless crow and the pigeon converse.
Digging wells to draw water
The river man suffers,
Forgotten easily the invisible pain,
The blood stain and the bullet hole,
You walk straight down the sandy river bank
Into the water body.
wash your dirt and sin.
Somewhere Alpha Century comes back.
A Sunray on Ganga Ghat -- Ramo Shanker