The Plea of Water
My stream rippled with waves,
My vapours condensed into clouds,
With sunlight, my mist painted the sky.
It was all clear, tranquil, unbounded.
From the beginning of the world,
I have been indispensable,
Proving my might and auspice,
Binding the majority of the globe.
With the quest of progress among humans
And the will to conquer their dreams,
I was provided as a boon to them,
Helping them progress and flourish.
After all the favours I granted to man,
I was demanded for more and more
And as I kept giving further,
I found myself exhausted and exploited.
The very humans whom I helped flourish,
Have now made me befouled and tarnished,
Where is my tranquillity, my boundlessness now?
And where is my scintillating grace?
I now flow as a mere resource,
Known for my defiled form.
Man! If you won’t rectify your errors today,
I’d be a mere page of your memory tomorrow.
By Aditi Vishwanath
16 years old, Secunderabad