Ganga

Ganga is my name,

Great is my fame.

At Gangotri river Bhagirathi arises,

At Devprayog river Alaknanda being alone cries.

So they both unite to flow high and low.

In the state of Uttar Pradesh I flow,

Gomati, Ghagra and Ramganga are my tributaries you must know.

Allahabad, Kannauj and Hajipur reside on my bank,

These cities as an imperial capital possessed their rank.

I am considered as a mother and a goddess,

My holy water is used for spiritual causes.

Myths depict me as a heavenly river,

Thus, rivers like me are so very fewer.

I flow along Rishikesh’s hills,

In those tame vales my water spills.

I reach Haridwar a holy town.

In this happy journey somewhere I frown

At the Manikarnika Ghat my water ushers,

I am treated by the people with great cosher.

Since I am a deity,

My bond with the people is of rituality, purity and amity.

Though people consider me holy,

Something with them sounds so folly!

In the ghats of Kashi,

My water becomes splashy.

Since millions of take in me a bath,

And thousands of dead bodies float in my path.

The levels of human and industrial wastes are damn too high,

I shed tears that disappear in my own water. Oh I cry!

Ah Pollution, Pollution, Pollution!

Is there any solution?