The ***ten tenia in the east and ***bharadwaj in the west,
never twine shall meet,
except in thy heart where sweet songs of both meet,
Down below the sky,
rivers in their serpentine curl,
sunrays traverse on all arcs, very bright,
water of river turn into molten silvery white,
hundreds of totems, symbols of ontological significance,
till you come above the stonehills,
where millennia ago,
lay leonine paws, human giant feet,
carved out by wind, rain and quake and eruption.
***tentenian and bharadwaj are two song birds.
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