Ujjain
The banks of the Ujjain hold wealth
Sacred sands hiding in veil
Beauty and fortunes lost
In wrinkled time
Water has always been the giver of life
It churns the sea
Torments demons and demigods
Searching and fighting for its mystery
They scramble, crashing over waves
Knocking down altars and thrones
Nothing is sacred here
But the eastern banks know
The Kshipra River’s wise and patiently laps
Laying down its holy hands, praying
Upon this sacred soil
The City of Temples
And so the fight goes
Ending victorious
Spilling the only drop of nectar
Needed
For immortal life
Lost at the hands of demons and demigods
Fingering their shattered thrones
Unable to see
Earth’s anointing
Giving back
Death and life
As the Kshipra laughs and laps....
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