thebengali

 

I used to be a river

Now there’s only dirt

My gurgling course was life then

Now I die of thirst

 

 

I hurtled across desert lands

Painting a blooming landscape

Barren lies my bed now

Not a thorn forth to spring

 

 

I bred a billion children

Feeding them the milk of life

Wounded they leave my womb now

Not a saviour among

 

 

I cried with every concrete block

They built upon my fertile soul

I drank the poison of human greed

As they dammed me from my spawns

 

 

I used to be a river

Now there’s only dirt

I kissed the kiss of life then

Now even death dances too far