Ganga,
What glaciers have
Melted in silence?
Ganga,
How many mighty glaciers
Now flow with a roar?
Ganga,
From the divine tresses
Through the sage’s ears
Carefully led for redemption
Trapped
Restive
Violent
From the mighty skies
Down the abode of gods
Humbled!
Ganga,
Amidst hills
Connecting the sky
And the earth
Ganga,
Scintillating
Sonorous
Desire too flowed
The desire to gather
Ganga to my bosom!
Ganga,
At the foot of the hills
I stand in supplication
At the divine feet
T.S.Eliot rightly remarked: Free verse is not free verse....it is bound in rhythm...... remarkable cadence used...for harmonizing the rhythmic flow of poem with the flow of Ganges...the literary garb shows the thematic content of the poem...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice flow... with clarity and purity.