The Divine Niagara Falls (Poem)

The beauty is limitless, unbroken, and grand,
A panoramic vision, fierce across the land.

Nature’s unmatched glory shines in this light,
The wondrous Niagara Falls, a magnificent sight.

Its form is boundless, infinite in size,
As if the Water God takes shape before our eyes.

The relentless white torrent cascades and flows,
As if the Ocean of Milk washes Earth's toes.

Like the Ganges surging with a vow in her soul,
Flowing to consecrate the sacred shrines whole.

Its massive form is like thousands of elephants strong,
The mighty power of millions of horses rushes along.

With every step, a new shape, like a shapeshifter's trace,
A still lake, a rushing river, a heavy waterfall in space.

Be it burning bodies, yearning eyes, or minds in strife,
The pure Niagara brings comfort and dampens every life.

To quench whose thirst do the lake and river meet?
The sky bows down, as clouds pour water at its feet.

The water-light rains down like crystals in a shower,
Sounding as if Goddess Sharada plays her lute with power.

Its beauty is a natural basin where deep meditation grows,
A water-trunk so great, it drowns you in repose.

The fierce current crashes hard against the stone,
A thunderous roar like battle drums is blown.

Striking the rocks, it shatters into pieces from the height,
And turns into a fierce mist, changing its form from sight.

For centuries, the torrent has called out with its song,
This civilization will endure, like timeless winds along.

If one must fall, let it be beautiful like Niagara’s grace,
An idol of beauty, prosperity, and energy in this place.

Even the endless ocean has a boundary it cannot cross,
It listens to all, but cannot speak its own mind’s loss.

If the ocean could flow, it would rush like Niagara’s stream,
Breaking centuries of silence to share the Earth's dream.

To see Niagara once again will remain in every prayer,
The droplets of this water curtain will mix with memories there.

In pure nature, red and blue mixtures now reside,
The sky above and water below are split by nations that divide.

Niagara’s torso holds a Maple tree upon one arm,
While on its other arm, a vulture sits for centuries without harm.

On a full moon night, the moonlight descends in bliss,
On a dark moon night, it is a torch guiding the abyss.

No matter how dark the night, both shores stay bright and clear,
Niagara is the oil, Earth the lamp, the current the wick we revere.

As long as Niagara flows, it will keep tearing walls apart,
Uniting wind, sky, and the human heart.

Kashi’s Pen
(Translated by AI)

टिप्पणियाँ

इस ब्लॉग से लोकप्रिय पोस्ट

महानता की एक मूक परिभाषा। A mute definition of greatness.

कोरी लिस्ट (लघु कथा)

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