My Village River Poem by Namita Rani Panda

How clean and cool was my village river
Where I, with my friends, used to bath and swim hours together,
A simple way to beat the scorching summer
Without heeding the warnings of mothers!

We used to bunk classes to fish in the river
Without caring for the punishment of our teachers
And boating on the flowing water in moonlit nights
Or glancing at the flowing sky with boundless delight.

Gone are those days of innocent pleasure
As we all are busy in building our bright careers.

Now I have no zeal to relive those golden days
As none of my friends is there to share my joys
My village is also developing in all ways
But my river has turned into a flow of liquid garbage.