I Succeeded To Fetch Fresh Water Poem by Sk. Nurul Huda

Then I was a common man
I try to fetch sacred water from the
Venaras bank of Indian Ganges.

I walk to the place but there
Was bad smell of dustbins
I hold my nose pressed and proceed
Then a mob of beggars in the
Disguise of monks and orphans and widows
I proceed
A mob of unhygienic people
I proceed..
Then I found so many particles
Having power to pollute the place
Perfectly in seconds….
And the people are walking in bare foot
Smashing them and being mingled
With them towards the ghat…
I decide -no more; enough is enough,
I should keep my body sacred first,
I back.

I try then a different ghat of less sacred
But here the bank of the river was so full
Of polluted particle besides the muddy
Roads I prefer to back to my sweet home.

I struggle..i become a municipality
Member…I try to reach the venaras ghat
By an office car…
But the people and the police compel me
To walk from a high distance though I
Did not descend down rather come back home
Again..

Today I am a minister by those people;
I wish to fetch the fresh water by myself
Spontaneously a copter comes to me
I fly to the sacred place
When I hover on those people
They ray their heads to my copter
I do not feel the bad smell,
Do not get the muddy roads,
Do not witness those beggars,
Do not get the jabbing of the illiterate
Mob, but as a deity I fetch the sacred water
Of the sacred river Ganges from the
Sacred bank Venaras escorted by
Uniformed servants.
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