Unnamed Poem

There is Divine in the Water of Ganges..
and in the gutters that carry the dirts of the city..
one purifyes the sins of thousand human lifes
and the other cleans the dirt on their body, mind.
one carries the sweet water..and the other has foul smells, bad taste..
the water is the same..and so is the divine..
is our judgement that makes them apart..