The sky echoes the conch shells' sound,
spreading purity in vastness abound.
Mother Ganges touches the holy stairs -
people find peace in rituals and prayers.
Sins, boons are makings of the mind -
but a holy dip does to Almighty bind.
Fire in aarti burns and the smoke travels;
mysticism, peace over the Ganges unravels.
Prasenjit©2022
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