My song on Cauvery:
Oh Cauvery! Goddess of the South!
Blest are we that you descended on earth.
Born in the verdant hills, with mist-kissed tresses,
You frolick in dense forests and fertile fields,
It is not just sweet water
that you give us, Mother,
You are our life breath.
Every grain of rice we eat,
Every drop of milk we drink,
Every fruit, root and leaf,
Nourishes us with your sweetness.
You harbour no malice.
You give freely to all.
But you have us as your children.
We cannot but fight.
We tear, burn and destroy.
We want to starve each other.
Did you feed us this greed? This hate?
Will your waters douse
The raging flames of our fate!?
Or will you just dry up
And return to heaven
Before it is too late?
