Best Ganga Poems

No mere river, thou art nation’s heartbeat,
That you came from heaven may be a myth,
Not that for common good ye fell beneath,
For centuries ye lift people’s spirit.

Let me call thee India’s stand-in sub soul,
O Brahma-vari, heaven’s holy waters,
Thou worshipped art in thy all as a...

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Oh Ganga! river so revered
your holiness purifies deep
if thy essence we let in seep.

From lord Shiva's hair you appeared
down the mighty Himalayas
quenching the thirsty souls pious.

Yamuna, Saraswati neared
to merge with you at Triveni
Sangam of pilgrimage many.

Together all joyously cheered
by peasants and boatmen alike
before in sea...

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NEW  GANGA
                      [Written after the sad demise of  Kalpana Chawla  & her  6     
co-astronauts  in...

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The holy and sacred river of India,
Starts its coarse and lumpy journey from the all mighty and staunchest Himalayas. 

Its creation and origin from the head of Lord Shiva,
Has interested an impressive story in the mythology of India.

The tinkling and murmuring sounds of the bells...

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I want to create a statue
Working on a real art
With the inspiration of great god
My heart doing holy start
May be my dream convert in truth
May be my work goes alive
Unique creation of ancient time
May be get a new life
While my imagination 
Convert in the truth
My...

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Don’t try to hurry take careful step
Rapid run become harmful
So move in life slow but steady
Touch the love with innovative melody
Don’t feel that you are alone 
Look at the brightness of stars
Who is alone but spread light
So try to be like a star
And try to...

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I want to create a statue
Working on a real art
With the inspiration of great god
My heart doing holy start
May be my dream convert in truth
May be my work goes alive
Unique creation of ancient time
May be get a new life
While my imagination 
Convert in the truth
My...

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I want to create a statue
Working on a real art
With the inspiration of great god
My heart doing holy start
May be my dream convert in truth
May be my work goes alive
Unique creation of ancient time
May be get a new life
While my imagination 
Convert in the truth
My...

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Your children play by the banks of the Ganga,
Their tummies grumble for its taste
They are poor and their clothes are soiled,
Behold the land of God!
You are the One Mother,
The giver of life
Full of opulence
Who dares to think?
You are their guide
You fill their hearts with strength
Never...

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Ganga prosperity of ancient history 
Futile journey of golden past
Mother of Indian civilization
Builder of the dream of the nation
But now in current time
Ganga is struggling to survive
Life of Indian soul struggling to save its own life
Who is reasonable for this fall?
Step ahead and save the...

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First its appear as thin line
Then change in falling fall
That time flow feel very joyful
Like a child without worry
After that its change in to
A deep and vast wave
While its start flow is sharp
Breaking stone breaking rock
When its reach vast ground
Flow gone slow and very calm
This...

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I have seen dream in the dream
And want to touch for real love in life
My hope say Ganga again do appear
On the earth from paradise
Ganga is holy remove every sin
And make holy to each living alive
I am not only admire the Ganga
Ganga has his place...

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The rustle of silk saris in a temple breeze,
a voice that echoes with the ancient Ganga's flow,
a woman weaves words, her heart at ease,
a tapestry of stories, where ancient myths grow.

She speaks in the language of her ancestors' prayers,
a melody of tongues, vibrant and bold,
her...

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May march forth, enter paradise my quill
May you hath,myriad cent hearts to fill
you prosper in , you fame in admiration
he parents in turbulence, he friends in quietude
he winkles in humans, as lustrous source of inspiration
Greater the gratitude for me he's, symbol of his beatitude
Vis-à-vis creed,...

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