As the scorching sun gains height,
The river nearby dries up,
The quiescent river never fights,
For its water even a cup.
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Death Of River
As the scorching sun gains height,
The river nearby dries up,
The quiescent river never fights,
For its water even a cup.
Once, it was full of life,
For each and every living,
Like the altruism of a wife
Her power in her ring.
The poignant image of the river
Is threatening to me,
Like a women in consternation
Sitting numb on her knee.
The mother of our ancient civilization
Will bring life back again,
For her loving children,
She will keep her sane.