Gone were the days
when you were in full flow
when you dance up and down
hopping here and there
shining gold at dawn
and silver at twilight,
where are you now!
why are you hiding?
why have you stopped rejoicing?
perhaps, you did not want to reveal yourself
to this world of greedy faces,
or, you fear of being poisoned
by the flow of effluents,
or, are you really deaf, of these
repeatedly occurring piercing ceremonies?
we suspect, whatever be,
For all the good people
who toil all around the day
to hunt a handful of water
to survive another day,
For all the peasants and poor people
who are left with barren lands,
and all those who are in the brink
of ending their life
for want of food,
please forget our battle,
show us mercy,
show us your face,
You are the elixir of our life!
Don’t stop rejoicing,
we take an oath!
we won’t spoil you,
we want to see you
as the same
beautiful little Goddess,
dancing up and down
hopping here and there
shining gold at dawn
and silver at twilight!
*A river in south India which ran in full flow in fertile days dried up suddenly much to the agony of the people. A vivid picture portraits some potential reasons and sufferings. The poem ends with the expectation that the river again emerges in its traditional way
Loved the poem, with its descriptive images, once i was given the key to it at the end (though there were lots of hints before) . And somehow just the sound of this poem is good in itself. Knowing exactly what the images portray is added dressing. Good luck with the oath. One wonders at the cause of the drying.
very well said. You have put a nice tone in your poem.
It's quite sad, to think that may become the common feeling in a not so distant future. So much shall we miss it's soothing effect, and It's sweet chanting as it flows, for shall it become toxic bubbling and white killer foam.... Thanks for sharing
This poem personifies the river. As a person the river is someone every one needs and therefore so important to the people. A goddess even. The renaissance is the river at its former glory once again flowing fast and wide. Giving the people around a good life. Nice poem.10/10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Greeny days always bring back our cherished memories. Dreaming is more enjoyable than actual enjoyment. Of course, you would know this, if you have dreamt about your imaginary fiancee prior to marriage. When Dreams become reality many things fizzle out. I really don't mean married life!