It Is The Thing. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Drops of water from the showers
Streams, big and small rivers
Comes to me with water, and anything they get
As a gesture, custom and duty so long
I accept with pleasure and pride
Never complaints to them but takes
Nowadays things are changed and my body is ruined
With unmanageable waste that carry by the rivers
I know the culprits are no more the river
Somewhere the human creation I suspect
Stringent warning signals I offer
To stop the aggression on my body allover
Or else I will create tsunami to revenge
Though revenge is a bad thing to act
May you change your style and actions
To clean the streams and rivers and earth.