The Swollen River

I was a little clean milky seasonal stream,

Meandering through hills and plains,

When the sun was furious in summer,

I disappeared like I never existed,

I carried sweet water to the thirsty,

I irrigated that dry fields of the poor farmer,

Then they came and built houses and garages,

They obstructed me and built dam across,

They Dumped waste, plastic and sewer along,

The oxygen levels in me dropped too low,

Thorny bushes grew into my spine,

Chemicals and sewer made me suffocate,

Once during heavy rains I tried to rediscover,

I swelled and submerged the colonies,

Gushing into their rooms and shops,

Washed away their things big and small,

I left behind my smooth silted deposits,

I was cursed, shammed and abused,

They straighten my curves building walls along,

Fooling themselves to stop my ferocity,

I just waited for a heavy rainy season

To rediscover myself as a river,

Here I am again flooding your concrete jungles,