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O GANGA, WHAT ELSE MY SOUL NEEDS..

Majesty of the golden beads
Words are lost when one reads
The unwritten script of,
The mighty sun for its gentler rays
And their foreplay,
O’ Ganga, with your nimbler
Month of March waves
The unsung song, the invisible ink
A quiet Ganga at your side to think
What else my ‘Soul’ needs























Moments and the place: Life becomes irrelevant n gets back its relevance: The spontaneous art of introspection fuelled by a compelling set-up!



















O GANGA, WHAT ELSE 

MY SOUL NEEDS..

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