The Last Breath. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Water flows under the river
Between pillars that made in concrete
Once the place was free no flow hurdle made
Now hurdles many and flows are blocked in places
Where ever bridges constructed
Water tells the story
Once I liked the freedom of flow
Now I am tamed to travel through the hurdles
That people constructed for their own needs
I have no complaint but only one request
let me the freedom as ever i enjoyed
To keep up my body pure and clean always
Show some mercy to keep my own neatness
Otherwise the human involvement is so many
Throwing debris somewhere in river
Thinking that I am a dust bin for your need
Desist your attempt to demean my dignity
I am the water the power of all lives
That supposed to keep up the life system itself
Haven't you heard some drops of water in last breath.