Har Har Gange
poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
O! Thou pure of the purest
O! Thou my mother
I am in your lap
you purify everything by your Midas touch
welcome all good or bad
dance wayward across our Motherland
I love you my mother
HAR HAR GANGE
HAR HAR GANGE
poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
O! Thou pure of the purest
O! Thou my mother
I am in your lap
you purify everything by your Midas touch
welcome all good or bad
dance wayward across our Motherland
I love you my mother
HAR HAR GANGE
HAR HAR GANGE
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