River Rhyme - III

O' my most enchanting

Beloved River!

If you get dried out

If you become the same 

As the fields on your sides,

First of all, this Kadamb tree

Standing on your side will die, 

And with it

All the evidence of Love and passion in life will die

The wheat of fields would be lost forever

And with it, poetry will die.

Therefore, 

For poetry

For the wheat of life

And for this Kadamb

O' my most enthralling and

Beloved River!

Keep flowing forever!