My beauty of the past,
I cherish but I cry.
Dumb founded and blind,
Robotic of a kind.
Are you really a kind, human kind? ? ?
Raging and rolling,
Twisting and splashing,
Bold and brave, piercing the giant.
Soothingly I sing,
The rhythm of my being,
Climbing the top, voicing who I am.
Thanks to my blood,
The character I portrait,
Adore, openhanded me,
Bowed and obeyed as you say,
You quench, you cook, you wash,
You left me stained and executed.
I rise as a wind,
As a dew, as a cloud,
As the ray, to sing a lay.
A message, to make you known,
You are brutal, slaughtered me into dirt.
Beautifully reflected the facts unheard by the living souls about Paa chhu
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece depicting the devastating effects of pollution on nature, well articulated and nice penned with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Tashi.