Ganges

Rippling along the hills you flow, like a songstress on an encore;

meandering through the forest plains, you remind me of a virgin bride's, satin train.

The pebbles in your shallows gleam,

like a jeweled veil, over the brow of a queen. 

The hunter and the hunted throng to you, to quench their thirst;

like nursing infants to their mother's bosom.

Longing lovers gaze, lost in your misty maze.

O' eternal witness to birth, love, and demise; you smilingly, comply.

Accepting the holy oblations, and the filth thrown at you, with equal grace;

choked by human sins, you make your way to meet your fate. 

Wavering like, in a drunken stupor; eager to end your soiled life,

and perpetually escape into the oceans from this perpetrated vice.