From the Banks of Ganga: III
Who tends these trees
Thick and green on the hill slopes?
Who for do they bear leaf?
Who for do they feast?
Who created this waterfall
Of unseen origin trickling
From between the trees into the Ganga
Ganga mai
The eternal mother
Creator and destroyer
Ganga mai
Who sustains and devours
Ma, Ganga
I approach you
A child, hungry and forlorn
Longing to retreat into your womb
To be nurtured
And to be re-born!
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From the Banks of Ganga: I
Ganga,
What glaciers have
Melted in silence?
Ganga,
How many mighty glaciers
Now flow with a roar?
Ganga,
From the divine tresses
Through the sage’s ears
Carefully led for redemption
Trapped
Restive
ViolentFrom the mighty skies
Down the abode of gods
Humbled!
Ganga,
Amidst hills
Connecting the sky
And the earth
Ganga,
Scintillating
Sonorous
Desire too flowed
The desire to gather
Ganga to my bosom!
Ganga,
At the foot of the hills
I stand in supplication
At the divine feet
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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From The Banks Of Ganga II
Who lived atop
Those distant hills
Where flickered
A lamp or two
During the nights?
Come night
Ganga turns
Into an enchanting black beauty
Her hilly banks
And the sky:
One overwhelming
Sheet of darkness clinging to
The beautiful Ganga
Flowing in that stillness of night
Her skin shining in ripples of gold
Laughing in mirth
Singing a resonant melody
Along the flow
Ganga, the enchantress
Ganga, the mother
Ganga, the worshipful
Day or night
Little difference
To people who came to her
To pay their obeisance
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From The Banks Of Ganga: VIII
A hard rock my support
Against the rapid flow
Broken pieces of sun
As Ganga moved at her will
The green hills
Caressing the sky
Ganga caressing the foot of the hills
Sky
Earth
Water
Fire
Air
Blend to blend me
In them
Leave me,
Leave me to the sky!
Leave me,
Leave me to the earth!
Leave me,
Leave me to the wind
Leave me,
Leave me to the fire
Leave me,
Leave me with Ganga!
I urged and urged
Ganga flowed through me!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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From The Banks Of Ganga: X
Come night
Ganga lunged into my room
Through the window!
The timeless Ganga
Flooded my precincts
She danced around my feet
She took me into her arms
She revealed a new facet
That she whispered into my ears!
I watch her
In willing suspension of thought
And breath!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Water god
Cow's urine
Is ganga
Water of
Hindus people...
(Ganga mean water god)
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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River Ganga
River Ganga originates
from the himalayan glaciers
and flows down to earth
with a mystical, divine influence;
where immerses humans
their endless transgressions,
float around their mortal remains
to impure the heart of a holy river.
Is there a mountain on earth
or a source where one river flows
down to refurbish humans
and cleanse the stains of mind.
Is there a river on earth cursed
like Ganga to endure the burdens
of human submissions and surrender
on one credence and flow like
a silent tear dropp beneath
the moon lit sky..
3/12/2008
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From The Banks Of Ganga: V
I open my eyes
Non-light on the Ganga
Breaking into dawn
A la Kubja stood as if waiting
For me to open my eyes
Kabhie Krishna ko dekha?
Chalo meri saath!
Like a mute animal
I follow her into a chamber
Where a marble Krishna welcomed me
How long did I sit in His presence?
Hare Rama hare rama
Rama Rama Hare hare
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
My own chanting
Reverberating in my ears
There flowed Ganga
In bright sunlight…
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Bottle
Life long bottle partner
Feeding bottle at childhood
To Ganga jal(Holy water of river Ganga)
Bottle at deathbed
Water bottle at schooldays
Cold drinks bottles
And liquor bottles at adulthood
And blood bottles at hospital bed.
Lifelong bottle partner
Lifelong bottle partner
Our life our soul is in a bottle
This body is bottle
And it is life partner.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Woman Vavroovahana Patra
Woman is a Ganga on Earth;
Is a rivulet of mirth.
Ganga mingles with Ocean enthusiastically;
Derives salvation delightfully.
Husband’s kiss, embracement is woman’s delight;
With peace she surrenders on the feet of Almighty.
The sweet souls derive peace and pleasure;
Are lovely creatures in the lap of Nature.
The new creation smiles delightfully;
Both praise God peacefully.
Woman is a Creator;
Is lovely family’s operator.
Women’s chastity, bravery dazzles in history in golden letters;
They inspire the nation providing pleasure.
Woman is a wonderful creature;
Tranquilises the weary lover.
Woman is respected in the society;
Is a paragon of Beauty.
Her love allures day and night;
Prays for husband on the feet of Almighty.
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Rivers
Fate is birth of a woman
Like a river from nature's opening..
Peaceful ignorance to virgin innocence
Maturated to course fierce over confinement
Scurrying for peace from bitten life however
Peace-borne is river Ganga
Like a woman's birth ataraxic
Beauteous quiescence from sacred Providence
Saturated motherly with crocodiles sinning
Scurrying for peace from bitten life however
Nectarean is river Viraja
Like nectarous Ganga from Providence
Rimming devout around SriVaikunt..
Assuasive cleansing to blemished souls
Affirming salvation to Vishnu Lokha however
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From the Banks of Ganga XI
This morning
The elements gathered me
A miniscule of their reflection
Ganga flew past me
Like a bird in hasty flight
In those flowing waters
I moved
A foetus in her womb!
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Undefined
When I borne,
I was the symbol of truth
As i grew, Evil I gathred
Knew not! ......
When I transformed
From Gangotri to Salty sea
From Gangotri to Salty sea........
(Gangotri= Origin of River Ganga)
poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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Ocean Of Affection Vavroovahana Patra
Mother’s love is an ocean of affection;
Earth is beautiful with mother’s creation.
Her love attracts sons and daughters;
In her lap they are sweet lovely creatures.
Earth smiles with mother’s dedication;
Mothers are innocent lovely women of creation.
Children derive peace serving mother;
They are Deities in the lap of creator.
Mother’s cosy face attracts day and night;
She is a Ganga of Purity and Delight.
Is a boo9k of inspiration;
Poet’s are renowned with mother’s benediction.
Mother’s affection Eternal on Earth;
She is an Ocean of Love and Mirth.
Is the incarnation of Tranquility;
Is a River of Delight.
Mother inspires to be great on Earth;
Serving the Mother glorious becomes human birth.
She toils hard for sons and daughters;
They are sweet lovely society’s creator.
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Pink Sari
When took a dip in Ganga
that pink sari
imbibed a lot of Advaitha.
...glued to her skin
and lost identity...
became a mound of her mounds
curve of her curves
and dip of her dips.
I knew how euphoric that pinky felt
When dried up and separated from her
...retained her shape.
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Nostalgia
What’re you doing O’ my friend
at those chilling shores of Ganga?
Gathering today, morrow’s nostalgia?
Let me share those moments;
taste your ecstasies.
On that future day when you fall into oblivion
let me recall those lost flashes and waned out scents
and earn for you, your own stolen heavens.
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Justice
come and see where it is
you find dancing the sea.
Never find the sky loughing
somewhere in the city.
you find me without
size and shape
the rough road ahead.
come and see
I am missing
in the gitamandir.
And i am somewhere
on the bank of the ganga
where judge is there
to pass order
after the game over.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Purify the Mind
From Mt. Kailas,
birthplace of Shiva,
Lord of All,
the snow slides down the Himalayas
melting into pure water
and becomes Ganga
the holiest of rivers.
Absorbing the works of nature
and of man, it flows
past temples, villages,
rice fields, factories,
Calcutta slums,
and becomes,
at last, the sea
in the Bay of Bengal.
On its way
it purifies the faithful,
accepts the bodies of the dead
and funeral relics,
washes elephants,
infuses tea;
and harbours cholera
and an influx
of chemicals and sewage.
As a carrier
it is a vehicle of Life.
According to its contents,
it sustains
or kills.
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From The Banks Of Ganga: XIII
Sitting by the Ganga
On a significant evening
She whispered into my ears
It's your belief in me
It's the value you give me
I'm not little more than that
I'm not little less than that
You're the cause
You're the consequence
I'm a mere witness
To your flow…
The flow within left me in flood
Her flow without smoothened my being
I sat in the flow
Clutching at the flowing support
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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To define you
It is not possible
toe define you.
My imagination fail
My independency deteriorated
while trying to go somewhere.
Nothing is easier
nothing to relaxed.
The moonlit still
filtering glow.
River Ganga overflow.
Partition suit dismissed.
I am the heir of
social tension only.
And I am failed to
draw any scenes
perfectly to putforth.
Nothing to cherish
Nothing to freeze.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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From The Banks Of Ganga: IX
Colourful petals
Yellow, ochre, white
Red and green
Halt a while around me:
Moments of present ecstasy
Nostalgia of yester years
And future days
Surrounded by chilling waters
My body quivers in chillness
When will it turn into a cold mass?
Will it then recall petals of nostalgia…?
I slip into my future moments of oblivion
My body flowing with the rapidity of Ganga
I don't know!
I can't say!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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