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On the quiet stairs of the riverside park,
I stand as evening paints its mark.
The Brahmaputra flows with a silver gleam,
Like a living poem, like a drifting dream.
A gentle wind brushes softly over me,
Carrying the scent of water wild and free.
Sweet cold air wraps my soul so tight,
My goosebumps rise in the fading light.
My tiny eyes blink with tender delight,
As nature whispers stories of day and night.
Trees sway slowly, singing their tune,
Under the calm sky, far from any noon.
This moment melts my heart with peace,
Every breath feels like a quiet release.
In this sweet environment, pure and deep,
Happiness blooms: mine to keep.
Here I stand, with the river by my side,
A humble traveler in the evening tide.
The Brahmaputra smiles in its gentle flow,
And fills my spirit with a golden glow.
