Poetry

Yamuna

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On the banks of Vaitarni, we stand
Our fate was done, we thought
Our fate is due, we now hear
Across the silent flow of the gory Yamuna
There’s a rough storm brewing
Do we not brace for a mighty cost?
A price we must pay, a debt we must clear
Before our ecology evaporates in the smoke
Arising from the chimneys of growth!

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