Chandra Madash (The holy man) Prays
Ganges
My mother
Polluted
Filthy
Woman
Your water
Flows in my veins.
Raw sewage
Seeping through
The core of my
Spirit.
Your timeless
Ablutions
Wash away
The sullied
Sins on my soul.
Your gentle tears
Irrigate my sorrow,
Though dirty
I love you. You are
My mother.
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