Autobiography of a river yamuna

I am a river, born high in the frosty crests of towering mountains. My journey begins as a timid trickle. Soon, I grow into a robust stream.

I carve through rocks and forests, etching my path through the earth. Towns and cities bloom along my banks. People gather by my side to fish, wash, and play.

Fields of gold and green spread out from my edges. I am a source of life, nurturing crops that feed nations.

Autobiography of a river yamuna

Boats sail upon my back, carrying stories and goods to distant lands. Celebrations brighten my shores with colors and laughter.

Yet, as I flow onward, my sparkle dims. Factories and waste mar my beauty, threaten my creatures.

Still, I push forward, reaching the vast embrace of the ocean. Here, I merge with infinite waters. I rest, then rise again with the rain. I am timeless.

Yamuna river route

I am eternal. I am a river.

My name is Brahmaputra, a river born from the glacial tears of the Himalayas in Tibet, where I am known as the Yarlung Tsangpo. From the icy grip of