I miss my Luit

 


Oh Brahmaputra, when I eye the people of world


Admiring width of the Amazon or length of the Nile,


I 'm pained much missing you the most left unadmired,


To your lots, only flood stories to which you reconsile.


 


We know not your values, we care not your power


Uncontrollable rain or wild drain fill you to the fullest


Antagonizing you with anger to blast the fertile valley


To my farmers' agonies and tears in eyes to the fullest.


 


We corrupt the money that flows for your nurture


As the evil rules with lusty blood in our dirty vein,


Failing to treat you with needs to be nation's friend


Justified is your anger against demons in guise of men. 


 

3 Comments

  1. Hope all of us will think like u

  2. A nice piece, must say. Your love for Luit and skill in composing a poem are admirable!

  3. Heartfelt thought and a handfull of skill,

    They are born in a grievious heart feel,

    But hey, excreating agonies is no thrill,

    On this unheard, unseen, sadistic drill.

    But I will go on…

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