Summer

Thy hue, thy glow, thy aura charms me;
O summer, wish I could be forever by thee.

Ma Ganga

Come they and they go
their evils as they throw;
Your waters mild and mellow
seldom cease to flow;
You bear them like a parent
no pain you ever show;
You bless them like a fairy
you smile at watch them grow;
Your tread we hail Ma Ganga
to mighty sea from snow.

Sages

In the name of truth and wisdom
why they sages go astray?
If only they could but be back
They'll find solace - I say.