The Ganges Poem by Susmit Panda

There are boiling demons standing around you,
Day and dawn, night and noon!
Like a vile physician chosen to chase a flu
Pipes venom into the humble swoon,
The salacious devils blacken your blood soon,
Day and dawn, night and noon;

The brimming tresses of Shiva are profaned,
Agony has opened its strict fangs;
Into His severe eyes the pain of pity is drained
To absorb you, puked in pangs,
To see your shiny skin speckled, and shudder alone,
And sob at the sight of your throne;

The crescent Moon prays a swifter pace
As she passes over your banks;
The stars of Heaven are gloomed at your face,
The dews murmur on their lanks
"So is our mistress then tampered for sure? "
Royal River, you are still pure!

To purge every worm still is your art,
To purge the breath of every life;
To cool the churnings of a guilty heart,
To forgive the stains of a strife;
Diseased though your sounds, still the herb of all
With eddies of blessing to fall;

Still, Royal River! You are the earth's bath,
For our blood yet runs red;
Scheduled are your waves upon din of every path,
Stained Royalty! You are not dead;
Though sinned, you are still the sinner's boon,
Day and dawn, night and noon;