Where The River Ganges Meets Yamuna

[Fall from Himalayas and adrift on river Ganges; ] A free fall while I was meditating at the peak And I think of Issac Newton's Law 'The Gravity'. Oh! When I touched the cold water of river Ganges at Dehra Dun I was so happy after a long time. At New Delhi takes water and returns only sewage. Downstream, the Yamuna is almost dead like me. At Varnasi the holliest city water levels dropped. It's very strange while I alive couldn't see & hear anything, Also feel nothing, Death is really a gift. You see, hear & feel everything Then I became a real swimmer of life at the Bay of Bengal. * I dedicate this poem to Jyoti.Tottam/Pipola for their great article in the Time Magazine 'How India's success is killing its holy river? ' And I think of my old friends Lalith Rohan in Netherlands and Joseph John who lives in Spain.