That was called farakka.
They never think of me, us.
We are drying day by day.
Water levels are going down.
During the summer.
Here none can know me.
Anyone can make mistake.
Thinking me a desert.
Day by day I am loosing myself.
Now they are going to make a dam.
Across the borak river at tipaimukh.
I will loose my last sign.
I will become a desert for whole years.
But there is no headache to them.
It seems to me that,
I was born to die in such way.
But I want to live.
I want to see this small land more.
I want to nourish this poor people for era.
Is there anyone to hear my cry.
Once I was a soul mate of yours too.
But now a freak line takes us away.
Please, don't kill me.
I belong to
I belong to subcontinent.
I belong to
I belong to this world.
Let me live...
Let me love...
Let me nourish my children...
Let me be a river.
Flowing on and on for ever.
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