The Timeless

By Sanjay G. Singh

From the times of nothing

to something,

and today to everything;

I was here.

Not God,

Ape, Gorrila, or the white clothed Lord.

I am the Rivers of your planet,

have you ever thought Janet;

What would have happened

if I was not here dampened?

I gave you oxygen to breathe,

water to drink and heal.

"Trees had done it" do you ask?

Let me give you a task.

Go dig your favourite tree,

pour the sea water and see;

in a week or three,

you will see it fall underneath.

I have reached its roots,

not for your men who are brutes.

but for the morning flutes,

who wakes the nature of the world.

Little be its stature;

It acknowledged my presence,

and shared with all, my lessons.

Times are gone now when I glittered

without sun, unfiltered.

Today, I lie here littered;

Raped, Garbaged and Rubbished.

The flute bearers never built cottage near me,

nor a bridge over me.

What have you done?

You feel like you have won

building a majestic hut?

Not just that,

you connected your pipes of sewage

in my veins.

I provided when I was in draught,

did I not?

I flowed and remained pious,

even in times of eclipses.

Timely they said;

I rose again millions of times from the dead.

Climate, tsunamis, earthquakes and eclipses

All did I face with love and kisses.

But rising again this time was tough,

the fragmentation I felt today feels enough.

It pains me and makes me want to die,

but I won't, and will lie;

with more spread length,

and shall even flow with more strength,

because I am a mother.

Who will quench the thirst of million other.

But...

After all my service,

I ask thee Janet,

What did I ever do to suffer like this?

By Sanjay G. Singh