Rivers from the land of Gods
From the land of Gods, blessed by the river Goddess,
nurturing the soul of India, to the ocean they race.
Descending icy heights, Mother Sindhu travels to Kashmir,
she reminds of Rigved chants, inspired by Saraswati’s elixir.
Cascading down Shiva’s crown, she enriches the northern plain,
From Gangotri to Sundarban, Ganga fills the land with grain.
Before reaching Prayag, she skirts Kurukshetra,
Yamuna brings to us, the nectar of Gita.
Greening the horizon, she traverses Punjab,
Lassi flows freely in the Satluj Doab.
Coming from Arunachal, swells the mighty Brahmaputra,
Before hugging Teesta, she worships the holy Kamakhya.
Caressing the nation’s heart with waters of the Vindhya,
Swift Chambal meanders, along with Tapi and Narmada.
Great river of the east, aptly called Mahanadi,
Enriching Utkal, she prays to Jagannath Puri.
Blossoming Maharashtra, the tough rugged country,
elegantly surge ahead Wainganga and Godavari.
Touching SriShailam’s feet in Andhra,
gracing fertile region is the lovely Krishna.
Tunga and Bhadra are coursing across Hampi,
while westwards pour Vasishthi and Sharavati.
From evergreen forests, rise the rapids of Kaveri,
she charms the southern plain, with Moyar and Vaigai.
From the heavens they flow to the ocean of bliss,
These are the rivers of India, giving it a divine kiss.
Atul Sathe © (The author owns the copyright and can be contacted at atulsathe@yahoo.com )
nurturing the soul of India, to the ocean they race.
Descending icy heights, Mother Sindhu travels to Kashmir,
she reminds of Rigved chants, inspired by Saraswati’s elixir.
Cascading down Shiva’s crown, she enriches the northern plain,
From Gangotri to Sundarban, Ganga fills the land with grain.
Before reaching Prayag, she skirts Kurukshetra,
Yamuna brings to us, the nectar of Gita.
Greening the horizon, she traverses Punjab,
Lassi flows freely in the Satluj Doab.
Coming from Arunachal, swells the mighty Brahmaputra,
Before hugging Teesta, she worships the holy Kamakhya.
Caressing the nation’s heart with waters of the Vindhya,
Swift Chambal meanders, along with Tapi and Narmada.
Great river of the east, aptly called Mahanadi,
Enriching Utkal, she prays to Jagannath Puri.
Blossoming Maharashtra, the tough rugged country,
elegantly surge ahead Wainganga and Godavari.
Touching SriShailam’s feet in Andhra,
gracing fertile region is the lovely Krishna.
Tunga and Bhadra are coursing across Hampi,
while westwards pour Vasishthi and Sharavati.
From evergreen forests, rise the rapids of Kaveri,
she charms the southern plain, with Moyar and Vaigai.
From the heavens they flow to the ocean of bliss,
These are the rivers of India, giving it a divine kiss.
Atul Sathe © (The author owns the copyright and can be contacted at atulsathe@yahoo.com )
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