From The Banks Of Ganga: I Poem by indira babbellapati

Ganga,
What glaciers have
Melted in silence?

Ganga,
How many mighty glaciers
Now flow with a roar?

Ganga,
From the divine tresses
Through the sage’s ears
Carefully led for redemption

Trapped
Restive
Violent
From the mighty skies
Down the abode of gods
Humbled!

Ganga,
Amidst hills
Connecting the sky
And the earth

Ganga,
Scintillating
Sonorous
Desire too flowed
The desire to gather
Ganga to my bosom!

Ganga,
At the foot of the hills
I stand in supplication
At the divine feet