Sonnet No.2
By Indranath
Upon the banks where rivers meet as one,
The Brahmaputra's might and grace unite,
With Champabati's course beneath the sun,
A sacred sight that fills the heart with light.
Here, where the waters form our nation's shape,
A land reborn within the rivers' flow,
In ‘Chapori, ' as gentle currents drape
The earth, in quiet whispers, soft and slow.
A mirror of our country, bold and vast,
Its shores reflect the soul that we embrace,
With each new wave, the present meets the past,
And nature's hand extends her warmest grace.
In this serene and blessed space, I stand,
And feel the spirit of my mother land.
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