Water

I've been travelling this country so old,
hearing all the stories untold
and sit beside a man in folds,
he told me all that this river holds.

The time was unknown when she was born
and this land was chosen for her to adorn?
In midst of anger and thunder storms,
she came down in a beautiful form.

And life she fed
and flowers she bred.
Time was spent in making a few,
and little more in placing a few.

she went around the mountains blue,
coming down for our rescue
and then around now Pakistan,
feeding all the Hindustan.

The wars and plight she has seen all
but, standing as a wall for all.
She made our bread with standing fields,
to yearn our hard-work with all the yields.

The son of her's and Bharat's heir
and so much well in all warfare,
but he couldn't stop an epic war,
but, wisdom of he was a czar.

Cities so colossal and people of faith,
she had in mind all the ways.
I eat and drink with water of her's,
now grown to be learned in the world of her's.

So lost in life and living on earth,
I didn't make out that she was hurt.
With so much of carbon and filth around,
she was in plight and chocked on ground.

So let me clean a little of me,
so that when others see,
they will do their small, little bit,
for this globe so good, to our credit.