'' GANGA IS SUNKEN''

‘’ GANGA    IS  SUNKEN.

The  meticulously   bought   copper vessel

Tightly  sealed,  gurgling  within,

Ganga    water making  noise  when  shaken,

Sacredly  covered  in saffron  robe

Now   travels  in    A/C coach ,

Amidst   speeding  rail  sounds                          

On    curvature  tracks.

The   great  ,obedient, septuagenarian 

  son , strictly  adheres  to  the  command,

Obeys  the ordinance of  his great  mother,

brings  home   the sacred   symbol  from

Banaras in  all veneration ,prostrates at

The  feet of  his  aged  mother.

Home   jingling   in  all  religious

Venerosity  for  grandma  passes

Strict  injunctions   that   after

  ablutions  the    Ganga   Water

be  sprinkled  all  over  the  house,

Grandson ,the  third  generation product

Furtively  making  merry upstairs

Finds  no  harm  in  mixing   some  Ganga

Water  with  the  whisky vial.

‘’  Ganga   is  sunken’’