Digital Snan in Mahakumbh
In ancient tides where sages trod,
The Sangam calls, the voice of God.
Yet now, through screens, the faithful stand,
A photo sent, a priest’s kind hand.
No feet in mud, no sunlit haze,
Yet faith adapts in modern ways.
A printed face, a sacred dip,
A digital prayer on a virtual trip.
Tradition bends but does not break,
For souls still seek the holy wake.
If pixels bridge the miles apart,
Is not devotion still of heart?