9.Ganges Poem by Bose Perumal

Born from the graceful feet of the Lord;
Merging into Milky ocean of the God,
Serenely flow from the Almighty head,
Dancing into our thoughts purify our hearts. 4

Across eons of time; stands your fame,
Stretching far into heartlands of our frame,
Rich plains of cultivated land adorn your flanks,
Many a holy shrine was born on your banks. 8

Damsel of eternal beauty; with infinite duties,
Flowing brightly bedecked with varied dingeys,
Rapturous stretch of water evaporate into vapour,
Myriad colours blend on ripling waves of harbour. 12

Many a hamlet and town reverence your feet,
Morning sun and evening moon glimmer your sheet,
Pilgrims from farlands love your motherly treat,
Sadhus; saints; sages and rishis enchantingly greet. 16

Dipping in our shin we cleanse all our sin,
Making Dharma; Karma; we swim with the fin,
Thread-bare life of Hindoos become so thin,
Without sprinkling your holy water so clean. 20

When in spate; your turbulence is frightening,
Jamuna joins in the fray on your beckoning.
Creator; Protector; Destroyer of this land,
Flowing beyond the realms of Sunderband. 24

Glaze of water that has never faded,
Many a bard sings your glory honoured,
The poor lot patiently await your blessings,
Slashing with alluvial soil of your flushing. 28

Though born of heaven; you are our lands boon,
Redeem our life’s into blissful dawn soon. 30