The Ganges of my life 5

Now your bank is crowded and you are excited for the growth,

To my pleasure, the flow of my Ganges is increasing its width.

Amidst thrill, you forget your lone devotee, his emotions, tears,

Overwhelmed by the adulation, fun and laughter of new comers.

You prefer to go away from him who honestly worship thee,

 Ever since, you have been a small brook at the Gangotri.

You forget him, who constructs temples at your shores,

To systematize caring and respecting of your source.

Riding on the wheel of time, you will find an ocean one day,

That will intend to gulp your pious water and block your way.

Frightened by its furious roar, sensing a loss of your individuality,

You will make a vain effort to retreat with all your capacity.

Our honeymoon period will come to your consideration,

Then you will gauge perfectly the depth of my devotion.

You will curse yourself for the injustice you did with me,

But the stretch of your sight will not be able to trace me.

No one ever recovers the past era or the drained water,

Time will swallow up my existence, the ocean your blubber.

I am negligible, diminutive do not bother about me,

But you are my great Ganges, how can I forget thee?