The Sacred Ganges Poem by Upendra Majhi

Gangasagar.
The River Ganges
Gangotri to Gangasagar, smoothly flow
Breaking into 101 streams, to the bay,
Unless it is flowing from the pristine beach to
Gangotri,
A dip in the drain,
Washes thousands sin,
Camoes Luis de, dreamt the sacred river,
Four Hundred fifty years before
In a far off land in Lisbon,
Came sailing, as if by river's summon,
He could hear the murmur of its flow,
And the face of Kapil, the monk, he saw
Bhagiratha, the monk, also he saw
Ganges flows wide, deep, calm and elegant.
She also planned a dip,
A woman from my land,
With her children, boarded a train.,
As a routine dip to erase all woes,
For her children
She bought all dress and shoes.
And lo! , as she reached the beach,
Beach of silver sand,
The river flowed more elegant,
But in reverse, to the hill,
Making them run, all pilgrim,
Thus ended her desire,
To take a dip in the sacred river.