Ode To The Holy Ganges

Ode To The  Holy Ganges long poem

Uploaded by Dr.Indu Nautiyal


Hail to you O holy Ganges !
A river merely you never have been
Darling daughter of mighty Himalaya
Mother to millions of doting devotees .

How you descend from the heavenly heights
Like a lively , sportive girl child
Out on a delightful adventure spree ,
Ever in search of fun and pleasure .

From your snow capped pristine abode
You rush out to carve your own new route
Skipping gleefully on mountainous rocks
And jumping daringly into dangerous ravines.

Traversing through alpine forests on way
And rough , unfriendly , tough terrains
You keep flowing on over all hurdles
Filling the valley with innocent laughter

Your child like mirth and fun momentum
Slowly gives place to mature gestures
And as a lady of grace you enter new regions
With plain landscape and thick habitats .

Thus you further your eventful journey
With more than a thousand miles to cover
Before you finally join the great ocean
And get mingled with its deep waters .

But all along this long trajectory
You run doling out your gifts liberally
To millions of life forms waiting on the banks
And even to those who are not in sight .

Since time immemorial in the remote past
You have been nurturing this land of ours
Making it beautiful , civilized and rich
With treasures of great spiritual wealth .

I bow to you , o gracious goddess ,
With deep reverence and gratitude ,
Pray , go on blessing us with your favors
As you have been doing for countless ages !

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Dr.Indu Nautiyal

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
I have been a teacher for about four decades ,but even more than that , a student and learner all along --literature being my favourite subject with special love for poetry , a trait I seem to have inherited from my father,who was a very good poet ,it was he that instilled in me a deep love for poetry early in childhood . Starting as a science student ,I shifted to literature after graduation and and worked on Emily Dickinson's poetry for Doctoral degree. I don't claim to be a poet ,but do admit my inherent love for poetic utterances as and when I find them and sometimes feel inspired to give vent to my own emotions in words that seem to convey them .Honestly it happens quite effortlessly and also leaves me with an immense satisfaction .If it can be termed poetry ,all the more rewarding. .
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Holy Spirit

Holy Spirit long poem

whispers… a shudder, to frolic in the dire ambiance a spiritual awakening a peace that passes all understanding the go between the comforter a heart saturated with truth in order to withstand the true test of time angelic premonition a

My Father, My World!

My Father, My World! prose poem

Who am I, without the presence of my father? Who am I, without the support of my father? Who am I, without the mercy of my father? I am nothing, without the love of my father. All that I am,

Raging Surf

Raging  Surf short poem

Sea sand wind and rain all will be gurgling in pain whence it has arisen in noises surfing waves alighting high and low above the ravines careless and moody lushing and slushing movements of waves for only surfing Pale is

And Like A Spoon, I Fell

And Like A Spoon, I Fell short poem

She felt my thirst. Grabbing my legs lifting me in the air. I had no idea what was about to happen. The plastic removed from my face, the breath of life. I felt comfort in her hands. The places that