Oh! Where’s it for our crops?
We need the river water drops.
Where’s it for our thirst to clear?
Where are the tears, are they near?
Oh no! It doesn’t fit,
Our little river has become a pit.
Oh! We would lose our corn
Then what would we do just mourn?
Why did she dry?
To make us cry?
She ended hence,
But it doesn’t make sense.
Why did she turn to marsh?
She’s treating us harsh,
She’s playing with our lives,
She’s hurting us sharp as knives.
She made us happy by giving us health.
But by breaking our hearts she suddenly melt
Oh! Feeling is too severe
But is this threatening fair of her?
But what should we do, to accept all these?
No but us, we can’t, come back the drops, please.
How dreadful where’s our hope?
Now we are buried in hell from bottom to top.
2008
© Copyright Aiswarya T Anish, Kerala, India
Nice written. I think you have suffered and seen natural calamaties or something unusal happened. A beautiful poem to read from thy heart.
Excellent expression of thought what i should say it comes from somewhere withen your, deep rooted anguished heart Cool keep writing.
simply, amazing...from a very brilliant, talented girl like you...keep on writing...brilliant thoughts are like seeds in your mind..growing as the days by... a born poet and that's you.....10++++++for this marvelous creation.
Industrial pollutants, Shifts in Seasons, No rainfall to sustain, reasons may be many but, do we realise the mistakes we have done to suffer thus at natures hands. Thought provoking poem. Angel
thats really good ur so good for such a young person ur better than a few of the oldies i have seen on this site
aishu, you are a born poet... i wish the same poem got published in some malayalam mag. please read my poem 'song for a dead river' 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound thoughts from a young mind! Fabulous!