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.
poem by Shivam Madeshia
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