The sun setting over
And in the glow visible and invisible
There lies the silhouette of the sangama,
Ganga, Yamuna, Saraswati,
The confluence of
Two physical, one mythical rivers
Supposed to be holy
With the intersecting rivers
Ganga and Yamuna
And the invisible Saraswati
With the boats and erected platforms
For a holy dip to expiate for sins
And famous for the Kumbh melas
Happening every 12 year
With the sadhus thronging the place
Far from Nagaland,
The nectar dripping from
The heavenly pitcher.
nice words penned- The nectar dripping from The heavenly pitcher.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing words describing the mysticism of Triveni and the Kumbh Mela as well as drawing a fascinating landscape of Prayagraj. Thanks a lot.