The River Pollution. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

You had a glorious past
You made wonders in world
The great civilization thrived
In your own banks they lived happily
Though sometime you were furious
They seldom made damages to you
Knowing well it is you who loves all
Giving alluvial fertile soil
Making possible to long distant journey
Giving opportunities for fishing
Between you and people an unwritten bondage
Never interfere the existence and flow
Somewhere the faith lost between
There now you are polluted by intervention
The careless life events made it
Still you flows with silence
May be silently expressing the displeasure
Hope you will be cleared of the debris once
And continue to flow with clear water.