Surya decked in red and gold sinks languidly into the Gangas’s embrace
And covers her in jewelled hues of opulence
An all too brief flash of fire, crimson staves off indigo Night
Downstream flow a million hopeful souls
Waiting for Nirvana
Two small boys row upstream in perfect silence
No need for voices in the red-gold afterglow
The taller boy dips his oars silently feathering
The water, gold dripping from the wooden shaft
Deaf and mute he travels in silence
With rubies, garnets and gold Surya pays homage
To the
Gently flows the mighty river, caressing
All she touches, her touch soft molten gold
Now Surya lies enthralled
Passion spent, the glittering Sun God’s strength
Ebbs with the River’s delight; as she slips away
Indigo night steals upstream, Surya vanquished
Plunges beneath the tranquil waters and
Dies another death, another day
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