O! Flowing river
What a blissful thou art!
Left the mountain with a stone heart!
Crossing the hurdles
Fully submitted to the infinite ocean!
Haven’t you seen the awaited sky?
Due to eclipses
Clouds formed dark mountain
In your graceful flow
Wanted to bath the gazing sky!
Somewhere you are calm, quiet
Somewhere you jump from height
As if you want to behold
Musical note with melodious cord!
When you come at the temples
You are adorned
You are worshipped
When you touch feet of deities
Life rejuvenates in silent idols
Disciples take dips
With a wish to wash hip of curses
Downcasts are in dilemma
Whether to bath with dirt or not?
Waiting to wash down their stigma!
No doubt about your chastity….purity
From ages…ages hence..
Your flow gives heavenly touch of lord Shiva!
Saints are chanting
Worshippers are singing…
You are busy amid serenity
But the mountain is still waiting
With a lot of lotus lips!
See the sky and reply:
Is it longing
Never call a mountain as mountain
Departed river is still flowing in veins!
~ Dr.Vinod Parmar