A River Dies. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The longest river in gods' own country
Flow of water was so much powerful
Years before, she happily lived
Ever loved by the people surrounded her
She was ready to wipe out the sins
A dip in river gave an excuse from hell
So people believed in reverence to her
She traveled a lot and saved the people
The beautiful villages made her pride
The paddy fields, full of farming
The cattle in thousands graced near
Their thirst she ever cared well
And to swim in her depth loved much
Civilizations, formed, people progressed
Schools, colleges, hermits, temples
Churches and faithful people loved her
She was revered by all for her services
And never pride of her power in distant dream
But things became cruel to the soul of her
The river bed is now dried for months
At least small ponds cares the water stored
To quench the thirst of her heirs here
Will it survive long for service to humans
That only the future can tell but she in tears.
She cries in little drops of water visible
Her tears became the streams little flows
How I see this plight of this powerful river
The soul searching thoughts only can find.