When you are full,
man does not care
to save your precious water.
When you turn dry,
The drought and famine
Make men cry!
When you’re in spate,
And lives are lost by the flood.
You become a curse!
When you are with less water,
Man calls you sacred
And empties the urns!
When you are perennial,
Man pollutes you
With toxic effluents
Those cause diseases,
Making you useless to lives on earth!
Whatever you are,
However you are,
You cannot satisfy
The minds of men!
However you course,
Longer or shorter,
The precious water,
is not enough to appease
man’s thirst!
River, O River, forever man’s paradox!
Will men ever realize your goodness?
River, O River, sustaining life,
men neither thank you nor God?
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