Nature defiled
The river breathes noxious
gases that can kill
Earlier, it was home to
fish and storks and songs
Of the hardy fisher folks
rowing little boats on its
Broad bosom,
Over the years, it has
turned into a trickle
Torn by jagged rocks in
many places
Greenish, gasping, and
slow-flowing
Its deep lungs
malfunctioning as they are
Choked with dumped garbage
from the ‘urban’ centres.
A pathetic testament to
our civilizational progress!
Very soon, says a tribal
hooking a fish,
There will not be any old
songs,
Only a loud dirge to be
heard
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