From the cold lakes in Siberia
To Manasarovar in Himalayas they glide
Gracefully curved neck, eyes calm and wise
Mirroring milky white silence under the skies.
In lowland freshwater wetlands
To slow-moving rivers and streams
Rich in aquatic vegetation
In reed-woven lands, swans dwell and feed
Apt keepers of balance in water and weed
Lifelong guild of mates, a faithful art
A duo floating adrift, yet one quiet heart.
Since ages in Sanatana culture
The Hamsa (swan) discerns truth from guise
Like a soul from illusion, as rishis surmise
So be the swan through life’s vast expanse
Seeking milk from water, become a Rajhans.
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