FEELING FOR THE SOURCE OF GANGES- MANASA SAROVAR
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My eyes are blest,
Nature unveils her splendor.
My heart is light,
Nature speaks thro' her silence.
These snow clad mountains
Take my winds thro' centuries.
These waters pure and divine
Take my wings thro' eons.
And my spirit is elevated,
Timeless space embraces me.
And before me opens a door-
I am witnessing the glories of lord.
And the mist over the mountains,
The quiet birds listening to the streams,
The pines whispering to the winds
And the peaks rich with golden hue-
In a mood Iam swept away,
Iam listening to an ancient lore.
Into a stream of silence I return,
Iam back to my own womb.
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