Innocence personified

In the twilight's tender glow, on the Ganga's gentle flow,

Lies a tale of Kevat, a humble boatman row by row.

Rama, divine, approached the shore,

Where innocence and faith intertwine once more.

Kevat, with hands weathered, and a heart so pure,

Welcomed Rama,  the noble, with waters sure.

A privilege profound, to wash the feet so divine,

A boat transformed, transcending the river's line.

In the soft lull of waves, a sacred ritual unfolds,

Kevat's devotion, a story of tales untold.

The boatman, unaware, of a misconception so grand,

Believed the boat would blossom with women like Ahalya on the sand.

Not a scholar by trade, yet with wisdom in his gaze,

Kevat's knowledge surpassed the learned in a maze.

Innocence and faith in Rama, the boatman's treasure,

Surpassing devotion, a boundless measure.

Rama, benevolent, questioned the boatman's plea,

"Why reject a golden ring, offered by me?"

Kevat, with a smile, his principle bold,

"I accept not from peers, our trade untold."

Rama, perplexed, queried the boatman's creed,

"How so, dear Kevat, do you succeed?"

Kevat replied, his words profound,

"I am ferrying people across rivers, you carry souls unbound.

"I traverse waters, in this worldly stream,

But you, dear Rama, navigate the cosmic dream.

Bhava Sagara, the ocean of existence is vast,

Carrying souls to eternity, from first to last."

In Kevat's grace, a lesson we find,

Humility and devotion are intertwined.

A boatman's journey, a sacred art,

In each ripple, echoes a timeless heart.