CONFLUENCE I bequeath to you, my child! the pride of being born in this hoary land of man’s first spring. Here sages sang the first hymns to light and the Ganga of civilization came down from heaven itself. Here thronged from many lands streams and rivers to a confluence of cultures and beliefs greening the earth with global harmony. Trampled by marauders, Pillaged by predators, from the ashen gloom arisen unvanquished. Beneath the silt of time flows the Ganga sublime with psalms and hymns of a hoary civilization. The enduring remains of her sacrificing sons, the inheritors of halcyon past keep her soil forever green. (Yayati)
Posted on: Mon, 07 Oct 2013 03:15:59 +0000
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