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What kind of affection is this..

by @the-lone-boatman

A rain shatters the silent peace of the dark blue Yamuna... flowing guilelessly on its own accord by the eroded banks of time... with waters that rise and fall, and move along in silent obedience. In the melancholuous rain, drown the voices of those that have sinned voices of wet Lovers that echoed through time... greener pastures and parched blues.... men who left their footprints in the soft sands of an immense depth ..& emerged with a part of the river, that today carries their sins... what kind of affection is this O'Yamuna.. abathed in the sins of our time, yet you flow so guilelessly..
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Written by
the-lone-boatman
Indian
Published
Dec 18, 2014
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1m
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1. The Yamuna river is the largest tributary of the Ganges in Northern India. Just like the Ganges, the Yamuna too is highly venerated in Hinduism and worshipped as goddess Yamuna, throughout its course.

2. While the Ganges is considered an epitome of asceticism and higher knowledge and can grant us Moksha or liberation, it is Yamuna, who, being a holder of infinite love and compassion, can grant us freedom, even from death....

(Source: Wikipedia)

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