The
river of cloudy water
The
dark brownish colour on it
Once
it was a clear as the mirror
Now
it looks as if life has lost
The
fishermen stare unbelievable
Pointing
fingers across the river
“Don't
they have something to do?
Fighting
for a cause now abandoned?”
“How
could it happen?
With
a year it makes us losing income
Yet
we see them arguing
Of
greed of power and wealth”
The
river puts up a white flag
“We
can't breathe right now
Will
you stop fishing here
We
can't help you today”
The
river of cloudy water
The
fishermen pointing fingers
At
the seat of power base
Sealed
it off in high brick walls
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