Thursday, July 30, 2009

Ganga

I glide, smoothly along the earth. I am old, and sometimes tired. I do not weep, though, for I am strong, crushing the rocks and trees before me. There is none that can withstand my unrelenting onslaught. I feel the fish within me, they are hungry now. It has been ages since the fish swam as they did when I was smaller, but I have gained so much in grandeur. The life blooms within me like the flowers upon my banks, and the snakes and sand, silt and water course through me like the blood of Brahma. My children, Ghaghar, Yamuna and Brahmaputra are strong and healthy now. They spread like light and flood often.