Ganga, river of divine descent,
From heavens high, your journey's meant.
Through sacred lands, you gracefully wend,
A lifeline of faith, where hearts transcend.
From Gangotri's icy, pristine springs,
You flow with purpose, as nature sings.
Down rocky gorges and forested glades,
Your waters weave tales of ancient trades.
In Varanasi's hallowed embrace,
Pilgrims seek solace, finding grace.
On your banks, where prayers take flight,
You carry their hopes through day and night.
Ganga, mother of civilization's dawn,
Your currents eternal, steadfast and drawn.
From Himalayan peaks to ocean's roar,
You unite the land like never before.
In your ebb and flow, a sacred dance,
Where past and present find their trance.
Ganga, river of life's endless stream,
In your depths, we find our dream.
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