From The Banks Of Ganga: Iii Poem by indira babbellapati

Who tends these trees
Thick and green on the hill slopes?

Who for do they bear leaf?
Who for do they feast?

Who created this waterfall
Of unseen origin trickling
From between the trees into the Ganga

Ganga mai
The eternal mother
Creator and destroyer

Ganga mai
Who sustains and devours
Ma, Ganga
I approach you
A child, hungry and forlorn
Longing to retreat into your womb
To be nurtured
And to be re-born!