A dip into her...the river...and a birth...

'aha...'
the moment he slipped in,
he dipped in...
And exclaimed distinct...
Thus...

he had dipped in...hadn't he?
The cool of the river of the morn...
Sweeping...

The same river feminine who
Had made a journey
From Uttarakhand...
Through several cities...
Towns...villages...
Carrying wastes and sewage...
Still she...flowing pure
Having rocks and minerals and elements to cure
Of her all impurities...

The same one which someone in time ancient
Prayed for, like a proper saint
And was Given...
By the omnipotent...
The same she...
The river...
Of Life...
Genesis...

The same she
Dipped in he...
After a journey of a morn
From night to Light...
And only exclaimed with ease...
feeling aches and numbness his
Going away...being washed
he just gushed
'aha...'
And standing half filled
By her soothing water...
he closed his eyes...

his wet torso
The breeze kissed...
And he felt how
The Sun through the clouds
Of monsoon peeped
All over his
Wet body...arms...face...
felt he goosebumps
Body hair sprouting out...
As if he was being born...
Again...
Again on a blessed morn...

he heard nothing...
Only felt water on his skin...
Lapping...
Laughing...
As if playing...
A slight tremble...
A toss...
he was like momentarily lost...
Or was it for ages?
was he standing there for too long?
he did not grasp...
Only heard songs...
Songs all over him...
Wrapping and enveloping him...
Songs from the sky...
Songs of cranes flying...
Songs of the He...
Songs of the She...
Songs...
From the Himalayas...
From Manas Sarovar...
For even as far
As Atlantic...
Dreams of seagulls
And dolphins...

he stood
Motionless...
Only the river...
She understood...
Properly...
How he...
Dipped in...
Sunk...