Ganga By Germeet Chana الهند 🇮🇳

 

Ganga

Since his childhood, he had heard

In holy scriptures, he had read

About Kashi, the ancient city revered 

On banks of the Ganga, a river sacred. 

He will attaint to the liberation 

From this murky world, the salvation

That one, who breathes his last

In a city of such a holy configuration. 

Therefore, since the last fortnight

Ganga had been camping there right 

Waiting for his death, day and night

To breathe his last, to be on last flight. 

But the death would dodge him

His soul would gouge him.

He was painfully uneasy 

Burden on his soul was increasing

Under the past KARMA pangs,

Those brutal torturing gangs. 

How he had cheated Ranga

In the name of the holy Ganga. 

How he was cruely unjust

To his brother, the blood first !

A sense of guilt was building up

His sin  wouldn't let him up. 

It won't let him die at peace

It won't ease out to shut up. 

Then 'OM' the sound of sounds

Harried his soul like wild hounds. 

Kindness rushed to his mind, 

In empathy he could now find

The way to get out

From the sense of sinful thought. 

He confessed about his guilt 

Sought forgiveness from his core hilt, 

At the lotus feet of his offended brother

His own blood, son of the same mother. 

As soon Ranga forgave Ganga 

So soon he was a feather soul

Without the sin burdened bowl

Everything virtuous,nothing foul.

Lighter than the winds 

A flight without the wings. 

Next moment, Ganga was no more

Peace and serenity would adore

His smooth transition to a celestial world

About which Ganga had often heard. 

GMC@kkp