Poetic Verses
The River
River, here I am sitting by your once lovely bank
Remembering those days as a boy, now I lament
Those days of joy, from when you water went rushing by
My father and grandfather too saw the change and they also sigh.
How many days, in this very area many of the local men
Could come relax, caught fish, to prepare for their children
Coming also with their barrels, to catch some of the water
To nourish their plants and animals as they were into agriculture
By capillarity the moisture permeated the ground
And one could see, the distance to which it was bound
As around the grass was green, and there were beautiful trees
Under which we all could rest and idle away, with ease.
This serene atmosphere was attractive, to some exotic birds
Oh! What a sweet and pleasant sound many of us heard
And this, blended with the mellow murmur of your water
To our minds, there was no place on earth, that was better.
How happy we were as lads, played and rolled in that grass so green
Being captivated and wanted to capture many of those beautiful birds seen
Happily falling and landing on the grass, in any position
Knowing full well, that there we could find a welcome cushion.
But alas as always, nothing good seems to last forever
And that too happened over time, to this very chapter
Development found the area, to be a prime location
For a factory, highly intense agriculture brought a water diversion.
Then into your once clear water waste was often fed
Causing sediments, to settle on your bed
Added too now was those run-off from agriculture
See this change have given me not too much pleasure.
What pain was felt to see the departure of an icon
As those years of association, you to me felt like a person
Oh how I remember your murmur telling me that you were a witness
Because it on your bank, was where i got my first kiss.
Remembering those days as a boy, now I lament
Those days of joy, from when you water went rushing by
My father and grandfather too saw the change and they also sigh.
How many days, in this very area many of the local men
Could come relax, caught fish, to prepare for their children
Coming also with their barrels, to catch some of the water
To nourish their plants and animals as they were into agriculture
By capillarity the moisture permeated the ground
And one could see, the distance to which it was bound
As around the grass was green, and there were beautiful trees
Under which we all could rest and idle away, with ease.
This serene atmosphere was attractive, to some exotic birds
Oh! What a sweet and pleasant sound many of us heard
And this, blended with the mellow murmur of your water
To our minds, there was no place on earth, that was better.
How happy we were as lads, played and rolled in that grass so green
Being captivated and wanted to capture many of those beautiful birds seen
Happily falling and landing on the grass, in any position
Knowing full well, that there we could find a welcome cushion.
But alas as always, nothing good seems to last forever
And that too happened over time, to this very chapter
Development found the area, to be a prime location
For a factory, highly intense agriculture brought a water diversion.
Then into your once clear water waste was often fed
Causing sediments, to settle on your bed
Added too now was those run-off from agriculture
See this change have given me not too much pleasure.
What pain was felt to see the departure of an icon
As those years of association, you to me felt like a person
Oh how I remember your murmur telling me that you were a witness
Because it on your bank, was where i got my first kiss.
