River Indus' Reply To Mohen Jo Daro Girl's Lament Poem by Thinker Shah

After seeing the Mohenjo Daro girl's dolorous lament,
The river Indus thought she too should join to vent.

Democracy, Republic, such idealistic words are fine,
But why ain't I flowing in the country that was mine?

While you want to view it all with a historical lens,
Try focusing it right; maybe it shall make some sense.

Who severed my roots, and tell me, why am I maimed?
Why am I alienated from the country that's after me named?

When glaciers hadn't melted, the world crawled on all fours,
On my banks were written texts opening knowledge's doors.

Noble ideas from all sides we had perennially sought;
Philosophy, medicine, and math to the world we taught.

Those who enlightened the world faced days dingy and dark;
Counters of lions' teeth had to see a low watermark.

Greeks, Arabs, Turks, I have witnessed many a horde;
Plunder, pillage, mayhem, all by the power of the sword.

Nothing changed for you; you still very safely stand,
While I lost it all and have to flow in a barbarous land.

While you rest stoically with that hand on your hip,
My land was vivisected; my entire body they did rip.

Giving justice and setting demons free is all right;
Do you ever ponder who actually caused the plight?

Do you realize I hardly flow; I actually bleed,
When savage barbarians my stream has to feed.

A patriot's ashes lying in India I even today await;
Someday I'll fulfill his wish with some turn of fate!

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