River Is My Church - Poem by Freni Karaluthara
I am still on your Banks;
a hermit contemplating-
on your little waves, its silent music,
the treasures of your heart, your beauty.
I can hear your song,
as enter your waters.
In you I reconcile with this Nature
and wash away the dirt of soul and body.
In you I feel in my life,
the embracing love of this nature's God.
In you in the waters of salvation,
I will be floated away at the end.
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