The mighty river, in wintry shiver,
Warmly it flows; water motherly glows,
Majestic Goddess! Gay abandon and virgin fresh!
To wash the child; for aeons who guiled.
Comes cold air, to kiss the upper layer,–
Flautist around her lips, blowing musical whiffs,
Untamed beauty listens not, with mountains it fought,
Defeated broadest shoulders; sensuous curves ate boulders,
From far, far............ without distance’s bar,
Thou walk everywhere; stop nowhere,
Like beauty nomad, who doesn’t shed
Her heart’s tear; which her freedom can’t bear.
Lapping, joyous water; thy stony falter,
Thou, but, never fall, clear obstructions all,
Rock woes! Wins as a dewy rose,
Thy victorious path, for the sinner’s bath.
Beauty wins, while proud father grins,
Daughter go on, and do not moan
Thy victory’s incise; it is father’s prize,
Take my worth, for the plain’s mirth.
Timelessly it goes, like immortal rose,
For millions’ sake, and take
Faith in full flow; save the sinking low,
Rest it doesn’t take, till the final lake.
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