AS ALL THE RIDES CONVERGE

AS ALL THE RIDES CONVERGE

As all the rides converge to catch a glimpse
of even your shadow, 
whispering He was here, He was here,
The King of the mountains came to Earth!
As all parched souls journey to quench a primal thirst
Ganga,
In the stillness of an evening sky,
reflects
her own sojourn, from Heaven begun
and then the landing on your hair
Namah Shivaye, Aum Namah Shivaye,
begins the chant of the evening prayer.

Shail Gulhati

{pic Evening Arti at Dasaswamedh Ghat Varanasi
by Aditya Raj Kaul}