Sonnet to River Ganga

 
Holy water so cold and pure
Rending our hearts infinite cure
Flow ever in the land of Gods
Make rich us, prosper our abodes;
With you bring us the Divine Light
With you take us to highest height
Where white-caps of snow lay pristine
Where great winds pious and benign
Touch us with ardor of Fathers
Sitting in couches of lathers
Device the plans for human life
Of bliss, sorrow; Of wealth and strife;
Gift us with minds of intellect

Bless us to become more perfect

Comments

Anonymous said…
Siddhu this is really very good sonnet. really nice one for ganga

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