On both the sides huge mountains lies,
Long trees of deodar and teak fly;
That cloth the talls and kiss the sky:
And through the rocks, mother Ganga flows by.
Quenches the thirst of the skyscrapers cities,
Round and round people flee;
Looking to get some cool below,
Down in her bed mother flows.
Alas! Ashamed mother Ganga weeps;
To carry her waves into the deep,
She flows on a stinking bed;
Always shedding tears red.
Cursing herself as to why,
She left the curls high,
To be sullied by greedy churls;
No respite from the eddy of stinking whirls.
Devoured by greedy sons, secular;
Traveled long to cool the land vernacular:
Devotes wash their worldly sins;
And get Moksha with fulfilled dreams.
She left her mother Gangotri,
She left the land of holy trees,
To spread the twilight, cold and loam;
And nourish the dying springs with all the foam.
Flowing day and night and no rest,
Without any sweat on brow and breast;
Flowing for the salvation of humanity,
With all love and no vanity.
Delighted to see the ripe grain,
Shining green on hill and plain;
Lover of mother live without any pain:
And they do not need any external rain.
O dear mother, rest for time more;
Spread your wings on marshy and mossy shore:
O mother rest at the heart’s core please,
Your children keep dipping till time shall cease.
Calm the world, no pain shall wake:
Enjoy the sleep no nightingale shall break,
Till all the pleasures are enjoyed,
Body and soul, both are rejoiced.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-ganga/
