The Ganga

Her banks are so far apart,
I lose the other side
to the morning mist.
Her flow is so subtle,
I know not which way she heads.
Boats drift,
pyres burn,
birds fly
and crops grow,
All upon these misty banks.


Fingers said...

Beautiful, Sagar!
You're just getting better and better at this :)
This poem's so simple and honest, it doesn't even need any fuss.

Really like it.

Sagar said...

Finger~ Thanks a million, you are very encouraging. :)

Chandan said...

such beauty...transported me to the edge of the river


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