Pahsyntiew

In the midst of the wettest  land,

Where waterfalls cascade, so grand,

Wonderful Khasi folklore I knew,

Of Pahsyntiew in the morning dew.

She dwelt among the misty spray,

Where rainbows dance and sunlight play,

With hair of silver and eyes so bright,

She guards the falls, in morning light.

From rocky cliffs, she watches the flow,

As waters rush and dreams bestow,

A guardian spirit, pure and fair,

Pahsyntiew's beauty of utmost rare.

In the whispers of the falls, her voice is heard,

A melody sweet, like the song of a bird,

She sings of legends, of tales untold,

In the language of water, pure and bold.

Oh, Pahsyntiew, soul divine,

In your embrace, a sacred shrine,

Guide us through the mist and spray,

As we wander, on our way.

For in your waters, we find our source,

A timeless bond, a sacred force,

Pahsyntiew, spirit on the calls,

Protecting and preserving the  waterfalls.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.