The river is dry. Even small streams drained away; She is dying. Gasping for last breath Life has come to a standstill Once she was full, full of life. Flowing and flooding every flora and fauna drenched She used to spread her luxuriant hair on the banks Some where down the mountain They barraged her love. She made a chasm and went underground She is dying. Frogs crak creek and freak The throat is dry, choked Succumbing to sticky mucous Life! Remaining; whistles through Expanded nostrils A pounding foot shatters the sand bed From a little pool of dirt life quivers A tiny fish flashes out. Dust of fate covers its body. Grey feathered wild grass lay scattered lifeless. Her hair The river "Nila" dies. Nothing remains. Only Skeleton of a fish And a feeble cry from my heart. (((((U)))))
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