The Waves of the Ganga

THE BUT The Past the sung but unclear The knot so hard unbreakable The notes lovely not at times Still the Present does adore the steps Rung a thousand tunes afresh The dawn anew and fragrant neo The count never ends my dear The spells alive loud and bold The Present does dribble into the Past- No rather flow at times, cascade Roll trickle or ooze. Pour surge Rush gush, sweep self to the Doom Sweet the singing sweeter than ever O My Dear, carefree not I am The ambiguity is the curse, yet There is the But the Rescuer