'A confluence of body, mind and soul
At the confluence of the sister-seas
Who, the 'ladies-in-waiting' with the virgin Goddess
Abide calm, patient, tranquil with sobriety
Along a stretch of uncooked nature of a feed
Awaiting the pinky blush of the sun
In reawakened circles
With eye-bewitching dips in briny azury breeze.. '
The body, mind and soul anxious
Awaiting the celestial matrimony
The Lord and the Lordess to conjoin
In mere dreams of yonder bliss..
Eventuate will it
Ere the Lordess too, flung
Into the cluttered up stretch of a mortal method
And the sister-seas cursing in more havoc?
Dear Indira, Beautiful imagination, refined language. i enjoyed
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A confluence of body, mind and soul, a snagam of body and mind and the third unseen stream of the soul, a philosophic poem. Yes, a perfect confluence of the three is the best way of passing the life.