Silver streaks at dawn
On sacred Yamuna, crammed
With polythene bags.
Yamuna- a sacred river of India
I see the same phenomenon in Pakistan.This is happening to all rivers and streams passing through the cities. They are crammed with garbage and polythene bags and water seems like sludge. There is a moan, a groan behind the silent beauty of this haiku........10/10. Regards Naseer
the sun would perhaps wonder whether yamuna has changed color...a very good 3 liner
Thought provoking truth in simple three lines...excellent10+++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..... and the dawn wondered at the pollution of the present humanity; sans Values! ! !