I see some young girls inside a meadow
Laughing and chirping all around the shadow
The youthful skirts floating in joy resplendent
Lovely faces beaming like a moon in ascent
Wave around their flowery faces dearly invites
Like the tides when the full moon in love showers
Love that is so alluring for thousands of years
The same lovedrops play now in infinite mirths
Love that binds souls infinite into One
Mother Ganges flows in all hearts' divine
She sings, she dances inside Gangotri's mouth
White snows surrender under her glowing warmth
This Land is mystic! Over whose bosom she flows
Sound of prayers inside the flowing water blows
The Temples at the Ghats from time ancient
The glory around the river is so magnificent!
India the Kohinoor dazzle’s in moon's crest
The River a sacred thread around his ember breast
Alkananda, Mandakini, Bhagirathi and Padma
Names are many, yet she is one Mother Ganga.
7th April 2010 Shamik Bose
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