For the Marble rocks I sing

A Majestic stretch of marble lambasts the   sky above,

While the  river Narmada revered and whirled flow below          

A sight so lovely beholding overpowers mind and soul

 For this mighty sandstone wonder  many ages old

Where Nature’s artisan carved  lofty  stone in layered rocks

The  structure of spotless marble blazing in the sky

 At the foot of  the white mountains  the  holy river flows

And to caress sweetly and  tenderly the virgin river waits on

Swelling banks overflow in wet seasons to spread

As  it outpours and laps the shore harder each time

 Or to run deep inside  as the rock climbs on and on

 Blessed be those who see  the holy river and sanctify

 And sing praise of river’s tales   in folk lore many

 Mesmerising like Himalayas when  covered with snow   

The  marble rocks just rise  to unfathomed heights

  Erect  glorious pattern with sand stone in sky!

Bright, pure and divine glaring in  sunlight

 Showcase nature’s treasured illustrations so wide

It is brightest on nights when the Moon rounded and hallowed slide

 Between  white clouds in greying sky to hide

Simmering bright and chiselled like a maiden bride the marble shines

Marvel at a sight so praiseworthy on a moonlit night

Wonder how it all fell in place long last

Withstood wild ravages of odd seasons in the past

 Rain, storm and icy winds, or melting heat

Of summers hot scathing rays to beat

Yet immortal and true it lives through ages long

For those who lived and learned to love it like one’s own

 A monument with memories of years  of bygone era

The rowing boatmen, bring to life tales of yore many a time

Childhood memories brim to surface time and time again

 Steeped in history, mythical, romantic tales to tell

 Mirrored images of simmering rocks in deep waters glitter

When the Sun rays strikes lapping water below

 The silver coloured fish move hither thither and glow

 How sensual marble emotes a deep desire to hold

To bind the magical river on its wayward journey long!

At times   through rocks the waters murmur and squeal

And then to fall from heights  in gay abandon above

Together   make many   lively hoods to this day

It cares for our race, a token for its being!

To the land which once bore it painfully from its crest

 The fabulous unique white rocks and the river flowing by

  Lively yet so calm, we salute you with pride! 

                                                                                     J.K.Roseline