Sound of which plays like Mumma’s Lullabies’,
Splashes that may not wash sins, yet, purifies!
I saw myriad who visit therein from afar & nigh!
For peace or to continue amity or when in sigh!
The river that originates from the unknown above,
Consumed despite been polluted by that crowd!
I saw faces when river consume their broken vows,
Yet, it flows as if nothing has bothered it around!
Mere its flow pulls you towards it a day somehow,
No noise nor any background scores yet anyhow!
It knows you and your scent when touches down,
Rivers of Belief ain’t a belief alone nor mere a noun! :)
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2026