When the monsoons withdraw, Ganga slowly retreats,
Leaving behind peeling walls, muddy ghats, but buzzing streets,
I finally breathe a sigh of relief, put my kolhapuris, walk down the lane,
Temple fragrance begins to rise, enters his home from the window pane.
I know the ghat has twenty-six steps, I climb down holding the past within,
My steps are not as light and quick, I close my eyes, my head begins to spin,
As I pass by the banyan wide, tolling bells all around,
There unfolds eternity, the river vast, serene, profound,
I stand there just to reminisce the past, this is where old meets new,
As the chants arise, tears flow, I know I was the bird that flew,
And in her gaze, so still, so wide, Ganga smiles, as if aware,
“Welcome home my child, this is home, calm down, sit here”.
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