Dying Stream
Parting the green undulating hills
Through a gully that was one man deep
Haltingly flowed a dying stream
That had seen many better days
Slowing on flats that had gathered moss
Rushed in through crevices in rocks
Scraping through a drying bed
Where exposed silt was filled up with grass
Rocks and soil had retained their marks
Where spate of water had kissed them hard
When froth gushed and stream was strong
In the bygone days of rain
Every crack in stones, every grain of sand
Every blade of grass submerged below
Was seen without flaws and crystal clear
Stream till it’s end pristine and pure
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
It’s tragic that once pristine water sources are either dying or dirtied beyond recognition.