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