Treasured Possession

Alien to this world of flowers
Dense woods waits far
albeit has eagle's wings.

Thunder and lightning  around
Blast of trumpet near
from  dark of heavy chains.

Her mount wrapped in smoke.
Burnt offerings hers as ash
Treasured possession she is.

All who pass along way
clap their hands
Hiss and wag heads.

He tells often
if any complaints,
"A bear lying in wait for you
A lion in hiding to tear you pieces
Bent  bow and set as mark for arrows
Shot into vitals the arrows of  quiver"

Sit in darkness of bitterness,
 Tribulations of glass shell
Of "love and care" around her,
She has become a museum piece..

To Ganges, from Yamuna

Beloved Ganges, I drenched 
in the fragrance of your divinity 
on the misty dawns.
The springs of waves
brought sweet melody of hymns .

 
We listened silently the rhythm Of aroma 
Bringing waking spirit
 To the shores of Bay of Bengal.
Your dawns brought hope 
To my broken swings.

When did you change 
As a flowing dust bin?
Listen! those remains of dirt
Now on my shores too!

 My frozen eyes saw
Our search,
The gradual records
 Of drainage 
 While crusades on shores.

I sighed gazing!
Watch! Whence you blacken you and me! 
Look! Progress 'on deck' 
For the candid dance
Of lengthy debates, seminars
For our purification!




Author notes: This poem is on the pollution of the rivers Ganges and Yamuna. The Yamuna as being a tributary of the Ganges has to suffer when the Ganges gets polluted.