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The Brook, Revisited

“For men may come, and men may go

But I go on forever..”

.

Will you??

Even as the men who come

Mock your chastity,

Assault your sheen,

Crush the pebbles you lovingly shaped

To dust and dig out

Your entrails

To feed their greed,

Even as you’re used

Abused

Left dry

And led to plead

For a drop of rain

Under the scorching sun

To heal your wounds,

Search in vain

For roots to weep on

After their plunder,

Or a branch to rest under,

As you bleed filth,

As your sweet fragrance

Turns to stench,

And your tears

To black bile.

Will you survive

As the men who go

Smother you with their corpses

Burn you with their hot ashes

Bury you in their darkness?

How longer, how much longer

Till the poisons

That course your veins

Gift you sweet death,

Release from the torment

Of being another whore

Tamed to submit

To mankind’s fancies;

Yes, men may come and men may go

But will you go on forever??

I dedicate this poem to Ganga, to Yamuna, to Citarum River, Yellow River, Doce, Marilao River, Cuyahoga, Mississippi River, Buriganga and all the other rivers and streams and brooks in the world – Mothers who nourished us, nurtured us, on whose laps all civilisations arose and who are now dying a slow death due to our apathy. Water is our elixir, rivers are our lifeline. Let’s save them before it’s too late.