My River Is Angry Poem by Rajnish Mishra

Angry river rises rows of steps, breaks bounds.
Wild wind blows, slaps water, makes sounds:
Lapping, fluid, disturbing, disturbed sounds.
Silence then breaks. Whirling waves no more tame,
Eddy around bends concave. Sights no more serene,
Brown new river reminds of river old, blue and green,
Swollen now, broad and muddy; in no way the same.
Ganga it surely is, yet known by that name.
The course and colour and its summer flow,
All change, for a month or two on will it go.
Unbroken crescent of ghats where used to be
Now can't be walked, is now submerged.
One can walk the lane - a river one can see -
That crowded, parallel, sinuous runs un-merged
To go the same few miles, walk a month or two.