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By Ganga’s Soft Flow

By Anish Kumar


The flower is the same, though petals may differ,

Blessed by my mother, her love grows much richer.

Because of her grace, I serve with pure heart,

In Kashi’s sacred home, where all journeys start.


I long to love as Krishna loved Radha’s embrace,

To find peace and devotion in this holy place.

By Ganga’s soft flow, my soul seeks to be free,

A humble servant of Ram, forever to be.


May my words not return as sound, but as love –

Echoing softly, like blessings from above.


By Anish Kumar


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