But with the passing of days
The habitation grows
And as the habitants are on way to rise
No more alone she flows
But carries filths with her
Polluting the holy river.
Still we call her ‘Mother Ganges’
As believed since the past
As the legend says
And believe her to be the holiest of all
In the need of worshiping ‘Idol’
And for every religious need
She is most sacred indeed.
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