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
I like the short question and other sentences. Your exclamations of “oh” and “Oh no” spice up the reading. “this threatening fair of her? ” is an interesting way to aks this question. You also do a good job making your endings rhyme. I can’t tell who the “she” you are referring to is. Is it the earth, the rain, water, river, the drop?
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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
when everyone wants to make concrete jungles, how will any river is alive for ever?