Athulya Kunjachan
TCS
The Sorrow of a River
I come from great heights
Covering long distances without fright
To meet and greet God's creations
Which makes me unknowingly jocund.
I've always been munificent
To appreciate works, magnificent.
For mankind has been servile,
Since time immemorial.
I saw him failing,
I saw him falling,
And then he stood up
With an unbreakable will.
Things never remained as the past
He had changed so fast.
My heart breaks when I remember
Those brutal moments with impious treatments.
What has preoccupied his mind?
Why isn't he kind?
Did we come across
Any inextricable separation of life?
He is putting barriers
Without knowing that he is a Savior.
His artifacts scattered across my bank
Appears like a blood sucking vampire.
He has atoned my flow
And I see my end glow.
My Odyssey is nearing its end
With the cry of a happiness, long lost.
He has played such dirty cons
Which has made me stand all alone.
As I approach the sea now,
I pray, "Angels, please keep him safe".
For no matter where they go,
For no matter what they do,
My love for them will never lessen
For they are God's adorned creations