Driving along the Ganga
Note: We have just returned from a trek to the Valley of flowers and Hemkund. We had a long conversation with River Pushpavati, River Laxmanganga, and the mighty River Alakhnanda which finally gets to be called The Ganga. This poem is a tribute to these conversations. LaxmanGanga is also called the Byundar Ganga flows from Hemkund Lake and merges with Pushpavati in Ghangaria. This river then becomes a tributary to Alakhnanda in Govindghat.
Rivers meander, merge, and emerge
With large families of mountain streams
Now unafraid as their powers surge,
Travels with layers of immortal dreams.
Do they even know that down below
There are cities and industries waiting
With an elaborate effluence throw
Covering eons showing no signs of abating?
I met Pushpavati in the Valley of Flowers
Warned her of the future ahead
Told Laxmanganga that their powers
Would soon fail and drop dead.
I saw them merge happily to meet
Alakhnanda and asked them again to turn
I said, “Take a wild turn, go greet
A better future than as Ganga burn
With lives that deserve no purity.
Go etch a new path. Let the impure
Fret and wonder why. Their impunity
Must finally embrace a dry bed as cure.”
But no, I saw the Ganga go on as before
And at some point it waved and murmured:
“Yes, I’m a river but more than that, a lore
And with human follies must not get gored.
They will learn. They always do.”
I guess the river trusted jingles and slogans
Loved adverts, posters, had faith in the queues
Of politicians and their election puns
And thought the path ahead will be fine.
But I know the river is going to tie itself up
In knots, crawl with an eternal pine
And only near the sea, say Hoohah! Hup!
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Arvind Passey
27 August 2018
8 comments
sudhir says:
Aug 28, 2018
wonderful.Rivers are like mother true in this context.We are always attracted towards them.
Maa hai daanti hai fatkarti hai par pher bhe pukarti hai.
Arvind Passey says:
Aug 28, 2018
Thanks for reading this poem, Sudhir. Yes, you’re right about the connection between a mother and a river… both are large-hearted and ready to condone the ills that are heaped upon them.
The other posts on the trek will soon be uploaded. Do read and comment. 🙂
Atul Passey says:
Aug 28, 2018
Lovely description of rivers
Arvind Passey says:
Aug 29, 2018
Thank you, Atul. Nice to find you actively reading my posts and even commenting. Do keep up this reading tempo. Will be uploading more posts on this trek soon.
Sandhya says:
Aug 28, 2018
wow,so beautifuly you have pen down all your experince added with a flavor of reality ???
Arvind Passey says:
Aug 29, 2018
Thanks a lot, Sandhya. Wasn’t sure if this would be the right start to more detailed descriptions of our trek… I’m sure you will love reading those soon enough.
Shikha says:
Aug 28, 2018
Words beautifully packed ?
Arvind Passey says:
Aug 29, 2018
Good to see you here Shikha. Yes, poetry does pack in a lot of thoughts disguised as words. Hope you like the other posts on my trek that I’ll be uploading soon.