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Is It Vaigai?


The river is flowing to the full,
a sight to  wonder,. The townspeople 
rush,They are all eyes 
Pious as they are, they prostrate
offer flowers, and take arathi.

Priests from shrines gather 
conduct homams on the banks .
Newspapers flash pictures
with write ups elaborating 
the rituals. The river flows 
untouched by the fanfare.

Little do  they know of their duty
one of the foremost to conserve 
the resources, water being 
the essential. They flout, abuse,
 finally lose the bounties. To redeem 
they pray, beseech and plead.
Melodramatic, I feel.