Who lived atop <br />Those distant hills <br />Where flickered <br />A lamp or two <br />During the nights? <br /> <br />Come night <br />Ganga turns <br />Into an enchanting black beauty <br />Her hilly banks <br />And the sky: <br />One overwhelming <br />Sheet of darkness clinging to <br />The beautiful Ganga <br />Flowing in that stillness of night <br />Her skin shining in ripples of gold <br />Laughing in mirth <br />Singing a resonant melody <br />Along the flow <br /> <br />Ganga, the enchantress <br />Ganga, the mother <br />Ganga, the worshipful <br />Day or night <br />Little difference <br />To people who came to her <br />To pay their obeisance<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-banks-of-ganga-ii/
