The Dirge Of A River Poem by Valsa George
The Dirge Of A River
My eyes were hooked on to the West
Feasting on the riot of colors the sun had cast
I stood dazed at a sight so blest
That any poet would treasure with zest
By chance I glanced at the river below
It moved like an overloaded carriage slow
With floating weeds and dirty rubbish
Reminding one of an ugly heap of trash
I saw partially submerged bottles bobbing on the surface
Gradually filling with dirty water perforce
And slowly sinking down to rest in peace
With their sunken brethren at the river base
Spill of oil glistened iridescent
On the face of the river florescent
Its water was far from clean
And had turned murky green
On the still surface was a layer of scum
Like rancid butter annoying anyone's calm
Reeking smell of rotten fish and mulch
Entered my nostrils with an obnoxious stench
I closed my eyes and turned my head
And looked away from the river bed
I thought of man's callous audacity
In assaulting Nature's pristine vitality
I heard the river's rising lament
And me it did acutely torment
Any sensitive soul would be left grieving
Watching the river in agony heaving
In the far horizon, the sky had grown into flames
I wondered if Nature was mad at man's tall claims
Suddenly I saw with the eyes of a seer
That Doomsday is drawing near!
Our world is so full of both horrors and beauty. Not all horrors can be fixed, but this is one that should, since so many lives depend on it. Its ironic how humans can keep swimming pools cleaner than we keep our rivers, oceans, and seas. If we carry on like this doomsday is near indeed! A write both saddening and provoking, well done Valsa! My favorite verse below: I closed my eyes and turned my head And looked away from the river bed I thought of man’s callous audacity In assaulting Nature’s pristine vitality I heard the river’s rising lament And me it did acutely torment That torment has become poetic, and has transcended the bounds of literature. ~Nika
A Precious poem hilighting the course the human civilization is heading unheeded in its quest of unplanned urbanization.
Hats of for raising this complaint so close to my heart.....even i feel same every time i go the banks of a river near.....indeed a dirge it is...
An excellent poem dear madam. Top score and to my favourite! !
Your anguish over the blatant pollution of river is apparent in every line.Unless all people are concious of the hazard of such environmental pollution, we can not save the earth.
It does not matter which river, many rivers today are in this state. A poem written with deep feelings, and the lovely expressions seem to come from these feelings. Great work indeed.
This is very moving and powerful poem which expresses so accurately our anxieties. Luckily in the North West of England in particular Cumbria there is little Industry so the streams tend to be clear but fifty miles to the South there is much pollution and our canals have become dumping grounds for old bikes, prams etc. It really is a Doomsday scenario,
We are polluting air, we are polluting water and we are polluting and destroying future of our coming generations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 5:54:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I hope and almost sure that the poetess a talented poetess put many symbolism river as humanity and dirge here the self destructive nature of human being caste, creed, race, religion, language, country many uncountable since river is there then the doomsday as ocean dead.........day of judgement nice Valsa so nice 10,