The River in My Town.

The river in my town. Vaigai  in name 

 flows with a frown

runs almost brown

 dry not on its own.

 ruined by a tone 

it is mostly known

 the contamination  is sown

 by man as shown 

who revers nothing grown

tarnishes most to a bone 

naked it lies with a moan

patiently borne 

its charm slips unhoned 

the river is dead  in the drone 

 a sad end to the mighty flown