© Nomad Sandra Hansen, Prayers to Ganges River, 30.000 x 22.000 inches
In the heart of India's flowing veins,
The rivers of my land, a story sustains,
Of Chhath Puja, a sacred celebration,
Where sunsets and rivers blend in elation.
Childhood memories, a treasure so dear,
By Gomti's banks, we'd gather, year by year,
As mothers prayed with devotion and grace,
Children played with firecrackers in the embrace.
On boats we'd venture, with laughter, we'd glide,
In the shimmering waters, side by side,
Excitement stirred, as day turned to night,
Anticipating sunrise's golden light.
In the morning's hush, before the sun's kiss,
We'd return to the riverbank, sheer bliss,
With reverence, we'd greet the rising sun,
Our traditions, our culture, forever spun.
The rivers of India, a lifeline they be,
Carry memories of childhood, like a gentle decree,
Chhath Puja's magic, on their shores it resides,
In the currents of time, our heritage abides.
- Surbhi, President, RLS 2024-25
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