Cry Of The Ganges

Cry Of The Ganges

O daughter of Gangotri ! , Ganges is thy name

Thou fondle the Himalayas and the plains

Nectar of Gods , thy water’s so pristine

Bringer of hope , O thou redeemer of sins !

In thy holy waters is found

The essence of our culture so profound

In thy waters pure and refined

Dwells the immortal spirit of divine.

O Ganges ! Doesn’t thy soul mourn

At the filth that’s in thy waters thrown?

Doesn’t thy heart shatter and tear

They call thee mother , yet can’t hear !

Heartless are they and they can’t hear

Canst they differ betwixt thy waters and tears?

Don’t they know who bathe to escape all sins

… -‘Adorning a mother’s eye with tears is the sinnest of sins!’

-Raashi Hasteer

“Love” … Isn’t it?


LOVE…Isn’t it?

Many a promise are made
Veiling truth under a facade
With sugary words they flatter you
Behold ! All is lie and nothing is true.
They say they’ll always make you smile
And holding hands, cover each and every mile
They promise to love you ~ real and true
And color your life in umpteen hues

But to their words , pay no heed
Words do differ a lot from deeds
Their brittle promises break soon
They are no longer your protective cocoon
And they leave you deserted and marooned
You got to realize it later or soon
That words and reality isn’t the same
You’re no longer their princess , O pretty dame !

You cry , cry and cry !
You’re hurt but still you try
… And one day when pain reaches its zenith
All your ” love ” gets buried underneath
You gave up on them with a weary heart
Thus with your “love” you had to part.
Calling this “love” in itself is a shame.
When everything no longer remains the same
Love that ends never really started…
If from your “love ” you have been parted.
Relations today are so demeaning
Love itself has lost its meaning !!

-Raashi Hasteer