Upon the bank where holy water gleams,
A timeless river speaks in whispered streams,
Its silken flow through golden dusk and dawn,
A cradle where the soul is gently drawn.
Beneath the sky, the lanterns softly glide,
Like stars released from earth's embrace, they bide.
They flicker hope, a prayer cast alight,
To drift upon the darkened waves of night.
Condensed humanity in silence stands,
With clasped devotion, seeking grace's hands.
No caste nor creed can sever this sweet bond,
As chants arise, a ripple swells beyond.
The Ganges hums a hymn both calm and deep,
A soothing stream where all our sorrows seep.
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