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Mahakumbh: A Divine Gathering

By Subi Sheikh


Prayagraj, a land of cultural pride,

Celebrated Mahakumbh with faith as its guide.

Where Ganga, Yamuna, and Saraswati blend,

Millions arrived, their sins to mend.


With faith in hearts and prayers in mind,

The riverbanks shimmers, with lights divine.

Belief that one Amrit Snan cleanses within,

People toiled day and night, for hearts to win.


Chants of devotion filled the air,

Spreading faith beyond compare.

Despite the stampedes, the surging tide,

Spirituality stood strong with pride.


Thousands came from lands afar,

Braving struggles, following their stars.

Amidst the chaos, in moments dire,

Temples and mosques became their shelter and fire.


Belief in waters that heal and bless,

Pilgrims found peace in nature’s caress.

Indeed, the river flows with a soothing sound,

A serenity nowhere else to be found.


Some found fortune, their earnings grew,

But how long would this wealth renew?

"Atithi Devo Bhava"—a truth we keep,

Yet some deceived , their promises weak.


Still, kindness shone, pure and bright,

Helping pilgrims embrace the light.

Now it’s over —memories remain,

Some filled with joy, some with pain.


Keeping misleading voices aside,

People welcomed pilgrims with hearts open wide.

The streets lie silent, the banks now rest,

Life returns, putting faith to test.


Yet, as time flows and devotion remains,

Many will come, many will go—

But Sangam shall forever sustain.


By Subi Sheikh

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