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.