I was meanders over this land;
Bring essence of life,
Spreading blessing of earth
to make your land fertile!
Kings travelled through my torso,
Solders moved through us,
to defend your land!
Once you feel that I am liable
for your sorrow and tears!
You wedge our thoroughfare,
I am becoming torpid!
You were becoming proud,
That you were able to control me
and limit your struggle!
In reality you are trying hard to **** me!
But still, I am waiting,
To meet my soul mate and my sister!
I am trying hard to gather energy
to reach my adored waiting there!
This time,
When I will start my journey,
Whatever there on my way,
I will conquer it!
This time,
You can’t stop me!!
There was a river called Kalong flowing through Nagaon, Morigaon and Kamrup district of Assam, India. Kalong starts its journey from the colossal Brahmaputra and flowing through valleys (of three districts) and again meet Brhmaputra along with another river Kapili in the same spot. In post independent India, planners were becoming blind with power and half learned knowledge of technology, tamed the river at its source, in the name of flood control and irrigation. This exercise stopped the flow of water through the river channel and water for irrigation is becoming a distant dream for the farmer. But the hydrological and seismological situation of the region indicates Kalong will revive one day and it will create its own path again; but nobody knows what will happened to villages and towns developed on its old path.
