The Great River Poem by Gajanan Mishra

The great river - The Mahanadi,
Our identity - The Mahanadi,
Source of livelihood - The Mahanadi,
But the Mahanadi is dry,
It is waterless, lifeless,
And emotionless.
What is there in the Mahanadi at present?
Slogan, Hartal, politics, discussion,
Cheating, throwing muds, stones
At one another, here, there, near, far.
The neighbors are laughing at us,
For our foolishness.
The Mahanadi is no more there where it was,
We are no more here, where we were.