The ‘Happy’ river.

If you were not so full of trash,

Your saunter would have more panache.

If you were not so dark and dense,

In you I would have seen reflections

Of those gulmohars or the fence,

That run along your banks,

Spiking the perimeter, holding hands,

Walking along your long stretch,

Changing form and character, like out of a sketch,

Made by an amorous painter,

On an evening longing for that lost lover.

If you were not so trashed,

Those scraps of plastic and discards,

Would have been flowers and Mallards,

Floating in your serene flight,

Rippling and swirling in your delight.

Tumbling and tripping, hopping and skipping,

You go on yet… moving,

Moving … as is your nature.

Conforming to nature’s natural feature.

Moving a few,

Yet the unmoved zoo,

Of 'civilized' creatures.

Elegant and serene,

Even in that extreme

Demeaning treatment of you,

You seem not to have one grudge to pursue.

You revel in your flow,

Ebb and surge and glow,

In being yourself true,

Doing what you were meant to do,

Rise high or …low,

As seasons shower their love,

On you as they go by,

You just be.. and reply,

Symbolizing the eternal truth,

Love only needs 'to be'.. to exist.

If we only had cared,

You would have remained,

The ‘happy’ river that you were named!

-          Shru.