River

Flaw and flow it has both,

breathes the best air blown over it,

but equally shreds the polluted ones passed on it,

Did it knock the door why you did so?

Things are so bad on her,

hardly is given a due for all the time,

respect is temporary, celebration mode only,

rest is momentarily just for attended the unattended.

Acceptance seeks favoritism but what does she was asking for,

some water; clean and clear,

life is not so neater either,

many eyes rolled down with tears just never seen or heard.

The flow folds many stories,

harsh, true, bitter all come closer,

were we seeking some help from her,

she never said no to any though.

Many debris lie at the breach,

many shatters of the devi ensembled there,

never asked a question why it is on me?

yet, only got a drench and said we are pure now?

The duty of universe is to flow,

but what rights she had on the nature,

ever wondered why the course is disturbed now,

why is she so bound now?

Well, nature plays its own stroke, 

high or low always at the broken,

don't try hard there,

lives do also flow with the course.

Struggling with the torment of mankind,

silent year not sleeping always,

it will run the dance of fury,

if not now, not never though, somehow -someday!