When it encloses it most
The mist and fog
And the winter winds chilly,
Shivering with cold,
Blanketing the body,
How to reach the Gangasagar Island
To rid off sins
In the harsh winter
Of some bleak hope
To far way islands?
The ramshackle buses carrying
The olds
From distant parts of the country
For a dip,
Risking the old age,
Bearing neglect
From the people own,
They come to Gangasagar
To be absolved of,
But where to go
Escaping the realities of life?
The risks of travelling a long distance
In mist and fog
And shivering cold,
Chilled winter,
The visits to a water body,
The island
In search of Sagar and the Kapil Muni,
The sins to be washed,
A dip to be taken,
What to say,
What to say about them?
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