The Heavenly Ganges Poem by Nirmesh Raman

It rises from the Himalayas High,
And flows under the God's eye;
It takes the plains in its bosom,
and makes its fertile banks blossom.

But Ganga's mourns we don't hear,
till doomsday is near;
Our nation's pride is in extremis,
we might forever lose its bliss.

Now a new age has arisen,
Ambitious Mr. Modi has a vision;
'Swachh Bharat Abhiyan', he says,
and promises to clean all its bays.

If truly for Ganges you care,
Step in front and take the Lion's share;
Be the Honcho and call a plastic ban,
alone you can't, but together we can!