"Ripples of Divinity: A Poetic Glimpse of Ghats"

In the sacred realm where rivers flow,

There lie the ghats, a mystical show.

A hundred steps lead to waters divine,

Where souls seek solace, hearts intertwine.

Bathed in hues of golden sunrise gleam,

The ghats awaken, a poet's dream.

Steps adorned with flowers, vibrant and rare,

Whisper tales of love, in the gentlest air.

Pilgrims descend with devotion deep,

Offering prayers, their faith they keep.

Ganges' waters cleanse both body and soul,

As ancient traditions and legends unroll.

Echoes of chants and temple bells chime,

A symphony resonates through the time.

Amidst the fragrance of incense and prayer,

The ghats embrace all, in a sacred affair.

Witness to joys, sorrows, and eternal grace,

The ghats stand steadfast, an eternal embrace.

A hundred words can't capture their profound,

For the ghats' magic, forever shall astound.