What Is River? Poem by Nilay Vyas

Flowing from North to South,
through out.
Provides water,
and spreads happiness,
But we are the one to kill her,
but with a big hearth she accepts it.

Carrying loads of melted ice,
for us and finally gets a polluted outfit in return.
She isn't complaining just expecting us to keep her holly,
she carries the corpses in vain and plastic or other stuffs in pain.
By putting flowers or candles in pray of mother river,
but however we are just polluting it.

If river could speak she would tell 2 sentences with 2 words,
DRINK WATER and BE HAPPY she would never be sad.
She would always smile,
she isn't like us being sad after lots of.
She gave us a very big sacrifice,
Instead of putting money in banks of it think wise
Many religious activities makes it a garage disposal,
It isn't annual.