Just a little more than 30 years ago
When my parents were the ones playing under a willow
The ganga loved itself so much
It was just as clean as the wind in which mocking birds fleed
But then they grew up , and so did the world
More Chemicals were made , and the good things were burnt
The Ganga started hating itself
It was as dirty as the mind of a criminal
More trash than water , that it now held
the damage we could do being unpredictable
It is dying , and it demands to saved
To visit it once we all craved
She asks for help ,and Shes close to death
If Thou and me come together
We can make the ganga stay forever
Let us clean the sins we once did
And make the ganga a better river for the future generation to bath in
- Aastha Nagi
( MY SELF COMPOSED POEM,. My originals)
VII D
HANSRAJ MODEL SCHOOL
PYNJABI BAGH
NEW DELHI
