GloMag GloMagMay2020 | Page 332

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. 332