Conversation with river

What is thy name,

O mighty river,

Who flows so majestically,

And creat musical notes so pure.

I sit by your side,

Watch the confluence of nature,

And beauty created by mankind.

But do forgive me,

I forget your name,

I implore you,

Tell me what is Thy name.

Call me Yamuna,

Call me Ganga,

Call me by any other name,

I am a river.

I may look black, blue, red or white,

I may be small,

I may be big,

Yet I am called River,

And that I think, is my name.

Oh River I know,

I know you are a river,

But why are you so hesitant,

In divulging thy name?

You take offense at my failing memory?

But how can you forget,

I have grown old,
Sitting by your side.

My sight  is weakened,

My legs won't support me,

Yet I remember your majestic beauty,

I have enjoyed since my childhood,

I beg you,

Tell me what is thy name?

O lady!
I remember once my children,
Tiny, small and big,

Used to live happily,

In me.

You all creatures,

Used to enjoy my bounties,

I was called the lifeline of you all.

Unlike you I do not grow old,

Yet like yours,

My memory also fails me,

The fishes are dying,

My banks are no longer the same,

All the happy noises are gone.

I feel suffocated,

I am dying,

For reason unknown to me.

Oh lady do you know the reason?

I also implore you,

To tell me,

Why I am dying?

My memory also fails me,

Ask others what is my name,

Find out and let me also know,

What's my name.

I squished my nose,

Oh what a foul smell,

The banks are dirty,

And water soiled,
I opened my bleary eyes,
Oh who did this to my Ganga!

I hung my head in shame.

I got up eyes downcast,

Walked quietly away,

I did not have courage,

To tell her,

Her name.

Her cries,

Save me! save me!

Could be heard far away.

With folded hands,

I said;

O! Ganga Mighty Ganga,

Do me a favor one last time,

Forgive me,

My Ma! forgive me,

And I passed away.