The hills do beckon time and again
To reckon now my time and reign
Eternal knowledge to bequeath
Serenely seated quite beneath.
The mighty Ganga flows along
Never a tarry ever strong
Single focus on her duty
Very persona of beauty.
Through the valleys meandering
Ethereal songs rendering.
Thundering over large boulders
Coursing along the cliff shoulders
Rapid flow creating a daze
Forgotten in the morning haze.
Days and nights chase one another
Spring or Winter none her bother.
Seasons turn to years in stages
Forever she’ll flow for ages
She’ll be with us through thick and thin
Washing away our every sin.
Gharials and dolphins sport with her
Frolicking in life together
In time she gained many a name
Etched forever in the halls of fame.
Pulls you from the depths of despair
Emotions raw and feelings bare
One glance one glimpse, the spirit soars
The mind sets still and mood restores
The healing waters calm and soothe
The heated brows of desperate youth.
Deep in the soul a chord touching
The consciousness awakening
Lofty mountains graciously smile
White cloaked, majestic in profile
Protective, shadowed canopy throw
As she rapidly flows below.
Answering prayers she takes birth
Reviving cursed kings on earth
Saving them all from damnation
Ma Ganga, lifeline of nation.
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