Pain Of Flowing With Dirt Poem by Vidyadhar Durgekar

Since the ancient times away,
Flowing through night and day;
From serene hills around western bay,
Helping all those who came to stay;

Green leaves & roots of mangrove,
Greet me in their arms to show,
For any rise or fall in the tide flow,
they preserve me to survive and grow,
Without any pain to feel or show;

I thank the sea for all its grace,
It keeps me going with daily tidal raise,
The tide fills me with all needed spice;
Waiting whole year for rain to cleanse
All dirt and pollutant release;

Flora fauna around me they flock,
Flowing dirt pains me with a death knock;
Struggling day by day, I shall survive as a rock,
Till the flora fauna love me and continue to flock;