The Descent Of Ganga

From the heavenly abode
breaking all barriers
she descended with all her might

Careless, mindless of the catastrophe
she stretched out of the skies
ready to batter the creation

I, the ethereal, the mighty - GANGA
sent down to cleanse the earthly sinful gore
on the call of a hermit
How dare!

Bombarded with my Might
Choked, with my volume
Deafened with my Loudness
and blinded with my glimpse
the creation will be...
TAKE IT!! here I come...
Her pride muttered

About to fall, she was
the creation, about to perish
when HE caught her in his matted hair
entangled, Squeezed, Crushed, tied
her pride...
outpoured, meagerly through the matted hair
Elixir, Love, Motherhood, Life
The creation, nourished, cleansed, revived

Undisturbed, she flows
through the snow-crowned mountains
through the arteries across the land
from time unknown to infinity

The Ganga...