River No More
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Just crossed "Girna River"
My eyes kept searching for water
The banks were intact
But there was no sand
All grown up wild trees
Some spares of railway repair work
Few childrens were playing
Some goats and cows grazing
My eyes shed some water
Seeing the agony of this river
Who knows what will be the sight
Will my children play here
Or will do boating ride
Millions of unhatched eggs
Millions of dreams shattered
Concrete jungle took away the life
A true river lived not long ago.
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