In Purest Form Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have plenty of water
In position to alter
The course
And curse

I flow
And allow
The great civilization
To grown with new dimension

The message is clear
Exist with no fear
Cities can develop on banks
With lots of prosperity and thanks

No one does harm for self
Even sea is not aware of treasure lying at shelf
Try to spoil no more
Keep rivers safe and pure

They have existed for years
And provided water
For our survival and agriculture
Who can we act immature?

What we receive is in purest form
Rivers remain in spate due to heavy storms
They calm down with change of time
To come back again with kindness sometimes