As the sun rises,
shining its golden rays,
I embarked for a ride,
in the river's gentle sway.
The light radiates the blue sky,
birds too having a chorus play,
the boatman rows the paddle,
as I gaze upon emerging sceneries.
The oars dip with rhythmic grace,
like a symphony of water's embrace,
the wooden vessel picks up the pace,
towards the location of my desired place.
In the river murmurs, soft and low,
along the direction, of flowing course,
the seagulls gather, squawk and follow,
hoping for some snacks, to be thrown.
On this divine land, in the lap of mother,
melodies are created, lullabies were sung.
Sunbeams danced upon the stream,
the shimmering path felt like a dream.
In this serene and tranquil scene,
where cradle of spirituality begins,
the nature displays pure delight,
in river's flow, the bird in flight.
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