Holy Dip That Changed Deadly Poem by Bashyam Narayanan

About 40 million people
Thronged
To have a holy dip
At the confluence of
Three great rivers of India
Saints too, foreigners too
Children too
All in large numbers
Came, enjoyed, sang, danced
And had a dip too
In a waning winter
Morn to eve
All went back with a satisfaction
That they are cleansed of their sins
Some even dare to share their
Inner voice, and said that
They can venture newer sins
As Ganges is there to cleanse
After the dip
New they were to be on a trip
To go back home into the routine slip
And to take up family hardship
Most of them travel by conveyance public
A large group waiting in rail station
For the bell to go and the train to come
Bell went, train came
But on a different platform
All rushed through a foot over bridge
Not knowing that there was
A big tragedy to follow
As the foot over bridge's
Handrail gave way
Unable to stand the push of the crowd
Many falling a height
Many running over them
And in the process
Thirty six people dying
They went for a holy dip
That would get rid of their sins
They did have the rejuvenating dip
But some got rid of their souls too