By the sacred river in Banaras, she sat,
A vision in red saree, green blouse, her beauty unmatched.
Gajra adorned her braided hair, so divine,
Playing the veena, her music intertwined.
Her veena spoke in whispers and sighs,
Melodies weaving through the evening air,
Each note a love letter to the universe,
A symphony beyond compare.
The river flowed in gentle reply,
A mirror to her soulful tune,
As stars awakened in the twilight sky,
Nature harmonized in perfect commune.
I watched her, a spellbound wanderer,
Lost in the music, lost in her grace,
Her fingers danced with the strings of life,
Drawing beauty from a sacred place.
The river’s edge, where time stood still,
Where history and myth intertwined,
Banaras breathed in a gentle thrill,
As her music echoed, pure and refined.
The scent of jasmine filled the night,
A fragrant hymn to her melody,
The moon, a silent guardian bright,
Cast its glow on this rhapsody.
Her eyes met mine in a fleeting glance,
A moment where time itself stood still,
Her veena’s voice spoke of eternal romance,
A bond beyond mere human will.
Each pluck of string, each tender strum,
Unveiled the mysteries of the heart,
In her music’s realm, I’d succumb,
To the depths where true loves start.
She played of love, she played of pain,
Of joy, of sorrow, and of dreams,
Her notes, like drops of summer rain,
Merged with the river’s gentle streams.
The world around us faded away,
In the magic of her veena’s song,
Banaras’ spirit seemed to sway,
To a rhythm, ancient and strong.
Her saree, like a flame against the night,
Her blouse, an emerald embrace,
She was a vision, pure delight,
In her music, I found solace.
The wind carried her song afar,
Through temples, ghats, and sacred halls,
Her veena’s voice, a guiding star,
Echoing through Banaras’ walls.
The city, alive with history’s hum,
Became the stage for her divine art,
Her music, the eternal drum,
Beating softly in every heart.
Banaras, the timeless witness stood,
To the beauty of her soulful play,
Its spirit, ancient and understood,
Rejoiced in the magic of her sway.
The river whispered secrets old,
The stars above sang silent praise,
Her music, a story yet untold,
Unfolded in the moonlit haze.
I sat entranced, my soul alight,
In the glow of her serenade,
Her veena, a beacon in the night,
In its embrace, my fears allayed.
Through her music, the world revealed,
A tapestry of love and life,
Every note a wound healed,
Every melody, a respite from strife.
In the heart of Banaras, under the ancient sun,
We became part of a timeless tale,
Where love and music forever spun,
In the embrace of nature’s trail.
The river, the stars, her veena, and I,
All played our parts in this divine scene,
A tapestry of love and life intertwined,
In the soul of Banaras, eternally serene.
As dawn approached, her song remained,
Etched in the river’s flowing stream,
Her veena’s magic, unrestrained,
Continued to whisper in my dream.
Banaras, with its sacred ties,
Its ghats, its temples, and holy sites,
Held our moment under its skies,
In the dance of days and nights.
Her music, like the river’s flow,
Became a part of me, ingrained,
In the whispers of the wind, I know,
Her veena’s song forever sustained.
And so, by the Ganges’ eternal grace,
Her melodies and love’s embrace,
Banaras witnessed our hearts trace,
A story of music, nature, and space.

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