Hilltops are her fountain heads.
Blessed with an indefinite physique
She sprints down the steep mighty mountains.
Generously gushing across gorges and waterfalls
She enters the space of homo sapiens.
With honour bound heart
And pride bounded mind
She marches to serve
The species with the sixth sense.
Brimming over meanders and oxbow lakes
Streaming across deltas and estuaries
She awed that the heavenly humans too
running for their destiny like her.
Suddenly she shuddered, a pool of
floating substance showered on her.
She thought, ”How extremely sweet the humans are?
Showering me with surprise gifts”
Swiftly she immersed in a liquid-like her.
Unlike her it was colourful.
She was awestruck, ”How caring these heavenly species? ,
Feeding me with health drinks.
My lifetime loyalty can’t be
Paralleled to their generosity.
But I am a traitor,
Making midsummer a war field to them.
I speedup into the ocean
I should have sacrificed a part of me
Under the mother earth
So that earthly people can
drain me out during their thirst.
My soulful sorry dear people!!
Oh almighty, she is an innately innocent river…