Friday, December 25, 2015

ON THE GHATS OF BANARAS



Narrow lanes
cattle and dogs seen on the way


           








Kashi Viswanath Temple
                                              














                          1)         The town appeared too quaint and old
                                      With moss-grown roofs and moldering walls
                                      With shaded casements and pillared halls
                                      Fringed with designs of faded gold
                                      With winding muddy streets not wide
                                      With foul odor coming from every side .

                          2)         The uneven paths and obstructing beasts
                                      Make you wonder at this sordid state
                                      The oldest city adored as heavenly great
                                      To sustain its fame none paid attention least
                                      The priestly class struggles to better their ways
                                      From whom we can't escape but have to pay.

                          3)         Through crowded lanes of temple-city
                                      Where vendors hail you to buy their ware
                                      Displaying flowers, fruits and idols rare
                                      Make you brood and look for true sanctity
                                      At every nook men trade and bargain for everything
                                      No touch of divinity in your bosom rings.

                         4)          A vast expanse of water, pure Ganges seems
                                      The cherished goal of so many devotees
                                      Flowing from snowy heights of purity
                                      Welcomes all to her sun-lit sparkling streams
                                      Her children to take their holy dip and pray
                                      For her motherly blessings in every way.

                        5)           A festive spirit with devotion combined
                                      Enthused pilgrims to chant her names aloud
                                      The mighty river drew a multitudinous crowd
                                      The broad-stepped ghats beside the river remind
                                      The gradual progress of men in course of time
                                      From selfish depths to noble heights sublime.



pilgrims on ghats
 Pilgrims taking holy bath






                  


Ganga Aarti
People sailing in boats













                         6)          A fitting backdrop to this Great Ganges indeed
                                      These lofty mansions looking from above
                                      Structured in ancient style, fit expressions of love
                                      Delivered from earthly snares of lust and greed
                                      And feel the holy touch of Ganges near
                                      Their feelings of devotion still we hear.

                        7)           This place gained fame as eternal house of Lord
                                      Sanctified by Ganges, since immemorial days
                                      The seat of salvation, purity and grace
                                      Where great sages and gods did penance hard
                                      And installed countless idols with reverence intense
                                      Where Death  delivers souls to eternal heavens.

                       8)            The Ganges thrills our hearts, a soul-elevating scene
                                       In fresh light of the blossoming dawn
                                       With fluttering flags the boats move smoothly on
                                       The ghats assume a pious view serene
                                       The rosy globe of sun worships the golden dome
                                       As pundits pour oblations chanting OM.


Panch Ganga Ghat


Manikarnika Ghat
                          









                      9)              In the dusky glow of twilight, ghats are filled
                                       With crowded pilgrims who eagerly wait
                                       To view Aarti to Mother Ganges Great
                                       A soul-inspiring sight as all are thrilled
                                       As priests holding huge lamps on ghats do stand
                                       Waving Aarti to sparkling Ganges Grand.
                                                                     
                                     
                      10)            The ghats look lively with devotees' throng
                                       As bathing pilgrims offer lamps afloat
                                       The priests recite prayers from moving boats
                                       Great Ganges flows like an epic-song
                                       The funeral pyres beside the ghats ablaze
                                       Death too a celebration at this sacred place.



Polluted waters
Drainage water flowing into the river
    


                     




                      
                      11)            Let cleanliness with our pious acts blend 
                                       Let us not fill her streams with tons of waste
                                       Befouling her Himalayan waters so chaste
                                       What use if authorities millions spend
                                       To clean this river of perennial fame ?
                                       Yet all is wasted and  who is to blame?

                     12)             So many dead bodies and refuse thrown
                                       Industries destroy life and poison her streams
                                       At every nook pollution reigns supreme
                                       Is this due reverence to pure Ganges shown
                                       Can we create a river in her pristine state ?
                                       Let us mend our ways before it is too late.
                                               
                                              
                                                  #######################

                26th December, 2015                                      Somaseshu Gutala
             
               


                   
                                             
                                   

                    

1 comment:

  1. lovely verses sir. enjoyed it. could recall many glimpses of my earliee visits to BANARAS

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