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GANGA.. AHHHH - AGONY OF A RIVER
From Heavens downward Thundering on to Tresses of the god Transformed to tiny drops She flowed gracefully Innocent and transparent. Turning holy what ever She traversed and touched Following footsteps Of her master, to turn Ashes back to ancestors.
Flowing through myth to history From stone age to iron age to Now on to garbage Smothering herself into Shallow sluggish lake Weighed down by Sins of the world Moving too fast.
The river has come of age From innocence and incense Mingling with left over Of cities decayed, humans- Dead and alive, Depressed tetra packs Bent Bisleri bottles And crushed condoms, Our sins remain Insoluble as The rape of the river continues.
For a moment early morn, Semblance of a dawn and Mist close the wound with Silence, serenity. In repose The river in peace sleeps.
As the sun warms up And noise nails the river, Reality returns. Thousands enter her To reach the Heaven She came from, Graceful as a virgin Through tresses of the Lord who in his abode above Just steps away, looks Helpless as the river, as Men and women walk around Him On dirty soles with no time to wash, Wanting to cleanse their souls first.
~T.S. Gopal~
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