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!’
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 !!