Harı - Dwar: The Gate To Heaven Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

To live in Hari-Dwar is to be auspicious;
As the Holy water of Mother Ganges,
That went into the making of the Door of God,
Living along the flow of the river,
Far from the noise of corrupt world,
Clutters and strife of the machines,
Holy abodes of saffron clad mystics,
Vibrant with holy chanting, we live with God.

There is the language of devotion, in soft rhyme;
Sweet to ear and heart,
There are celestial waves in the dark at night
As devotes see the moon, dancing with waves,
Hushed at the ashrams’ corners, sleep holy;
The Past and Present here unite
Along with mother’s flowing tide,
Temples and ashrams, in tune with God.

Singing and dancing devotees as only people,
The shadow of huge trees, moving with the waves,
Between them and the moving waves,
A faith, that do not pass.
I saw the never ending chain of temples;
Devotees rush and bend down to meet the God,
The priest sprinkles the holy waters,
To pass on the divine blessings.

'Sleep, sleep to-day, to forget tormenting cares,
Of this life and of life before and after! '
Solemnly sing the holy choir,
On that sweet and pious banks.
Opening the day with water to the golden sun
Offered on the holy waves,
Like the celestial ladder seen
By me in my dream.

Turned o'er the hymn-book's fluttering leaves
Long was the prayer all chanted,
Yet it seemed not so to me;
For in my heart I prayed with them,
And still I thought of He.
Just beyond the sunset, lies a home for us;
Where the world is happy, like a paradise:
Just beyond the sunset and deep somebody will greet us.