Sound of river touches my cottage between the hills
in the midst of life of Scorpions, Snakes,
insects, Humming Birds, Butterflies..
of all colours, welcoming me to a beautiful world.
The bumpy rides on inflated plastic boat over Ganga
sometime smooth sometime very harsh
trying to eject me from her lap;
i have no fear to perish in her today..
or forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem