Sunday, 15 January 2012


Today I take bath in the Subarnarekha,
The nearest river to have a holy dip,
Where devotees of small numbers gather
To earn holly grace by dipping in the waters.

There are no Baul songs on the bank
To have a charm of holy village fair,
It is a practice to observe MakarSankrati,
And we are a few devotees in the holy bath.

I remember in my childhood I escaped
From home and went to the holy village fair,
When all devotees of the village gathered
To observe the harvest festival on the bank.

Then there people came for ceremonial dips,
And mingle with sacred words, with one another,
To feel love in the deeply felt urge,
Now all are gone, all have only the tradition.

Now able villagers gather as pilgrims at  Ganga Sagar Mela,
A place in the joining of the Ganga and the Bay of Bengal,
Pilgrims take dips in the ocean for redemption of sins,
Here pilgrims have faith, their visits purify their souls.  

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