My Invisible Tear Droplets

I started my journey from the mountain highest,

The one, you know proves to be greatest-

Through small and glistening rocks I peeped,

My quality here was the best indeed!

Slowly I got my flowing speed,

Having innocence like a very little seed.

I flowed through the innumerable cities,

Those creatures treated me like their deities!

Worship and prayer to me made me happy,

My banks had many flowers, especially poppy.

But this did not stay permanent,

As my water turned black from translucent.

The daily activities of those creatures made me think,

After they continued to treat me as a sink-

Of all waste and trash around,

Do you do this because I have no sound?

You bathe your cows and ox here;

You can see dead creatures too, floating, on coming near!

My purity has been culminated into hazard,

Would you do it if it was your own yard?

Those creatures have stopped worshipping me now,

Yet they will not accept their fault and bow.

Though my tear droplets are invisible to you,

Yet once you will realize that if you save Ganga, I will greatly save you too!