A beautiful river and man the murderer

Today i pass through the rugged land
looks like a dying labourer's wretched hand

Where once huge trees grew
innumerable stumps stand

like burnt matchsticks
stuck in the sand

At the long dry trench i stare
A beautiful river once flowed here

In a passing truck corpses of trees squeal
The selfish murderer in man they reveal

From: 
Azam Siddiqui


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