Ceases To Flow Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The course of river ceases to flow
As if smile has worn out and loss of glow
The course lay at standstill
River has lost its way and the will

The river bad has turned arid
As if everything is burnt by use of acid
No life is seen with even slight movement
Waiting for fresh waters to rush at any moment

I hear far cry from night birds
They made no noise was ever heard
The river has brought dead silence
I see it as unusual sign hence

It spells disaster for time to come
Not good sign and hence unwelcome
Not river bank but all streams may go dry
Birds will have to migrate and prepare for long journey to fly

I take it as nature’s curse
Entire blame must go to us of course
The river has altered course or deserted in between
Such situation has never been witnessed or seen

No green grass may grow
No fresh water may now flow
What to speak now of curve paths and falls?
It may be spelled as simple curse for all