The River Ganga Poem by Gajanan Mishra

O my Holy deity
O my Ganga Mata
You rise from the Himalayas
The Gangotri Glacier
And drains one fourth of
India's territory
You are flowing through
The most fertile and
Densely populated regions
Your basin support
Hundreds of millions of people
The Gangetic plain
Cradle of successive civilization
You are travelling
Two thousand five hundred ten km
And empty yourself
In to the Bay of Bengal
O my deity save me save me.