A River called 'the Ganges'
brought me happiness
of bountiful fishes.
It fed my children
and clothed them
and made me merry.
We sang in the boats
and brought home
many a bountiful catches,
and upon the majestic sunset
on the river called 'the Ganges'
our voices soared
of toil and sweat.
But the River Called 'the Ganges'
stole my life
and brought me sorrow
And how upon one monsoon night
devoured my livelihood,
and washed away my home.
As i now sit by the Ganges
the mighty Ganges
my sorrows out pour
my love, my life, my wife,
is no more.
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