Last night I met the Ganges
In my dream
She was weeping silently
I said, “Mother, why are you weeping? ”
She said, “You have slow poisoned me
I am leaving you, going back to heaven
On the day of Raksha Bandhan.
But I stayed with you more than thousand years
I loved this country, you people, the Himalaya and plains
I loved the cities at my both banks
It’s very painful for me to go back
But I am to go, no alternative
My heart is broken
I am sick
The tears are coming due to that.”
It’s truth.
Yamuna has gone back many years ago
Now it’s a dead river, the dirty ditch
Soon the Ganges too will be called dead
Hardwar and Varanasi will lose their importance
Famous arti at the bank of holy river
Will be stopped
Forever……
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Modi Sarkar will do a lot to preserve the identity of our rivers May God bless with success.
Many came and many went out. Sheila ate several thousand crores in the name of cleaning Yamuna. Every year the monsoon water comes and pushes the dirt and government announces the the river is cleaned.