The Renaissance

Gone were the days when you were in full flow when you dance up and down hopping here and there shining gold at dawn and silver at twilight, where are you now! why are you hiding? why have you stopped rejoicing? perhaps, you did not want to reveal yourself to this world of greedy faces, or, you fear of being poisoned by the flow of effluents, or, are you really deaf, of these repeatedly occurring piercing ceremonies? we suspect, whatever be, For all the good people who toil all around the day to hunt a handful of water to survive another day, For all the peasants and poor people who are left with barren lands, and all those who are in the brink of ending their life for want of food, please forget our battle, show us mercy, show us your face, You are the elixir of our life! Don’t stop rejoicing, we take an oath! we won’t spoil you, we want to see you as the same beautiful little Goddess, dancing up and down hopping here and there shining gold at dawn and silver at twilight! *A river in south India which ran in full flow in fertile days dried up suddenly much to the agony of the people. A vivid picture portraits some potential reasons and sufferings. The poem ends with the expectation that the river again emerges in its traditional way