Part - 1
Mother
The many named one
Ganga, Bhagirathi, Thripataga
Sri Vishnu as Vamana
Pierced some other world
With his toe
And you seeped through that hole
First washing over His feet
Thus becoming ever venerated
To settle in Swarga
Swirling in your own waters
Until sent down to Earth by Brahma
On Bhagirath's plea
To free his ancestors
Accursed sons of Sagara
You came with
A thundering majesty
Deciding to wash off Martyaloka altogether
But wait
You were locked as you dropped
In the tresses of the Ascetic of Kailasa
And had to calm your flow
You had no other go
Before you redeemed those souls
And flowed down to Patala
You left behind a steady stream
Of blessings for us mortals.
Part - 2
Married to King Santanu
In beauteous mortal form
All of it pre-planned
To free the Vasus
On the condition that
You be not questioned
Love-lorn Shantanu agreed
But could not bear
The sight of you drowning
Son after son
And lost you when he
Stopped you at the eighth
True to word you left,
Baby Devavrat in your arms
And brought him back when older
One who became the Pitaamaha
Of the mighty Kuru clan
One known for the toughest pledge
The one and only-Bhishma
Finally freed on the bed of arrows
In the Mahabharata war
You flowed pristine and shimmering
Blessing and redeeming
All your children through the ages
The masses still thronging
Half-heeding of the Sages
Mother you need our care today
We dare not turn our backs
For what sort of an offspring would that be
That smote thy loving hand.
You be not questioned
Love-lorn Shantanu agreed
But could not bear
The sight of you drowning
Son after son
And lost you when he
Stopped you at the eighth
True to word you left,
Baby Devavrat in your arms
And brought him back when older
One who became the Pitaamaha
Of the mighty Kuru clan
One known for the toughest pledge
The one and only-Bhishma
Finally freed on the bed of arrows
In the Mahabharata war
You flowed pristine and shimmering
Blessing and redeeming
All your children through the ages
The masses still thronging
Half-heeding of the Sages
Mother you need our care today
We dare not turn our backs
For what sort of an offspring would that be
That smote thy loving hand.
* If interested check this out.
http://www.gangarights.org/what-you-can-do/learn/ganga-endangered/
http://www.gangarights.org/what-you-can-do/learn/ganga-endangered/
I am writing poetry based on Indian mythology/history for the April 2016 A to Z
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