A River Dies.

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.