Loss

It is rains that brings the flood River Thejaswini once unhappy Rains brings good alluvial soil From hill tracks to the downstream lands So fertile to plant trees and seedlings We welcomed the flood in those times When now floods are approaching We are a little angry to our own river See you are not depositing the soil Our fields and gardens are not manured Saying you are lazy to load in yourself The rich manures ingredient to soil When I listened the river I feel It silently telling me the real thing The fact is no alluvial soil at all All already drained by cutting the forest.