Swiftly knocks down on me at dawn on the Holy Ghat,
There, viewing the wonderful Triveni, I sat;
Of Mata Ganges, Yamuna and Saraswati;
The breeze dished their melody in my soul, pretty;
Gently touches my eyes and subsistence;
Again and again cooling and blessing my existence.
Lost and closed my eyes to enjoy divine event,
Felt my love quietly glides his hands under my dart,
I flushed and rosy, mortified, blazed but flat;
Sensed the blood pulsating in my sanctuary, secret.
MY fleeing brain with no notion who gave me a hand,
Moving closer, faster and tenderly, cuddled;
When I opened my eyes, I dreamy whispered;
It was celestial breeze at Kumbh Ghat, cold.
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