Amit Biswas wonders why the life-giver does not strike back at its defilers
SITTING ON your bank, I marvel at the magnanimous love that you dissipate on everything as you flow along on your determined path. A love that is non-discriminatory and life giving. You do not belong to anyone yet you belong to everyone. Your brisk touch refreshes many emancipated soul and induces growth in many dormant spore. Your love shapes life and influences its course. As you flow, you clean, clear and bring cheer to one and all. Your never return any one empty handed for your enormous benevolent heart contain many tangible and intangible benefaction.
During the course of your eternal flow you have witnessed many empire rise and many fall. Your banks were venues to many battles. You have heard the last throbs of hearts as heroes fell at your lap. You have wrapped many such heroes into your comforting arms as life ebbed and they went into eternal sleep. You have cleansed their soul with your purifying touch and let those pass to the next world. But you remained silent. You never complained nor reprimanded for such human follies. It is neither your intention nor your mandate to utter anything. Yours is only to dissipate love.
As time flew, scores of people came to live on your banks. Villages, towns and even cities grew in their hundreds. Many who lived on your banks understood your benevolence and venerated you as God and Goddess. They donned your identity and were known after you. Cultures and customs evolved around you. As these denizens roamed the earth on their pursuits they sang songs glorifying your love far and wide. Myths and mythologies developed and history stepped in to record your accomplishments. Attracted these attributes many visitors came to your banks. They too, were gratified by your kindness and benevolence. Enkindled they left your banks and went home to spend their twilight days in contemplation about you. But you remained silent and immutable dissipating love as you flowed on your determined path.
As pandemonium rose on your banks opportunists and cheats made their appearance. They defiled values and cauterized faith. Their unquenchable greed changed your bank into dicey ground. Motivated towards neither their selfish ends they neither cared for you nor those values which marked the people living on your banks in high esteem. For them you were just a means towards their uncongenial end. Yet you remained silent and immutable as you flowed in your meandering determined path.
As life progressed the scene on your banks changed. This change is more horrifying for the fact that it ushered in horrendous consequence both for you and those who lived on your banks. Smoke spewing and water polluting industries grew on your banks. These enormous giants of development drained water from you and though returned them to you but after contaminating it. These symbols of development released toxic waste thereby contaminating you purity. They defaced you beautiful features building dams and sullied your veins in the name of irrigation. You have been sacrificed wholesale in the name of development. Yet you remained silent flowing in you immutable serene path.
Oh, my Goddess how long will you remain silent; will you never speak never protest? Will you remain a silent witness as humans continue to defile you and all those values you stand for? Salty tears wells up in my eyes when I think about all that you have to endure. Your love is so stupendous and undemanding that comparison does not exist. Your sacrifice knows no bound. As you flow serenely on you immutable path they come to your bank to worship you, to venerate you for deep in their heart they understand your unconditional love for them. They dip in you purified water to wash their sins. These proud people born in the same land whose nook and corners have been made pure and divine by your ethereal presence.