Dabbing her perfume
On the hills that held her
Protecting her in their
Brawny arms…
A little away
She flows placid
After the roar and force
My own roar and force
Underplaying hers...
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She is vibrant and energetic, walks a long distance in divinity. O Mother Ganga!