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
Meenas Poems 