Water of the Ganges merges with the ocean
The dancer appears on a new dance floor
It is ever fresh and never once more.
I saw Alakhnanda at the foot of Badrinath
The future overlapping the present
Hastening to reach the shore.
The ignorant sinning animal knows not
It is rushing towards the shore
Redeeming self for a new door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The River Ganges of India is the eternal treasure of the nature.I enjoyed reading the poem.Wonderful!