My eyes were hooked on to the West Feasting on the riot of colors the sun had cast I stood dazed at an experience blest That any poet would treasure with zest
By chance I glanced at the river below It moved like an overloaded carriage slow With floating weeds and ***** ******* Reminding one of an ugly heap of trash
I saw partially submerged bottles bobbing on the surface Gradually filling with ***** water perforce And slowly sinking down to rest in peace With their sunken brethren at the river base
Spill of oil glistened iridescent On the face of the river florescent Its water was far from clean But had turned murky green
On the still surface was a layer of **** Like rancid butter annoying anyone’s calm Reeking smell of rotten fish and mulch Entered my nostrils with an obnoxious stench
I closed my eyes and turned my head And looked away from the river bed I thought of man’s callous audacity In assaulting Nature’s pristine vitality
I heard the river’s rising lament And me it did acutely torment Any sensitive soul would be left grieving Seeing the river in such agony heaving
In the far horizon, the sky had grown into flames I wondered if Nature was mad at man’s tall claims Suddenly I saw with the eyes of a seer That Dooms day is drawing near!
Kerala where I live is small state in the Southern tip of India. It is supposed to be God's Own Country with its beautiful greenery, geographical diversity and high rate of literacy. But unfortunately, the people have yet to learn how to keep public places clean. As a genuine lover of Nature, I am grieved to see how our rivers which some years back ran like silver strips with crystalline waters shining in sunlight have been polluted with industrial waste and other ******* callously thrown and made dangerous with sand mining ! In matters of cleanliness, our people have to learn much from the Westerners and the people of the advanced countries !