The River Flows Again
(For the Malayalam version, click here.)
The river flows again;
Looking at its depth
And the whirlpools I sit here.
Man turned into a beast
And blood flowed over the
banks;
And that's how these sands
Became deep red in colour.
Counting beads you lead
The dance of destruction -
Ethnic cleansing you call it-
With hatred in your eyes.
Here, prophets run for their lives
Jesus is nailed to a wooden
cross
Buddha doesn't walk here
anymore
Gandhi bleeds to death on the
footpath
The blood of Muslims mingles
With that of the Hindus
And that's how the Yamuna
Flows red along this way.
We came through the ages
Not to jump into the
whirlpools
And die; we have to live
and
Create a New
World for our children.
,
Let this river flow again
And let the waves merge
Let's think of the
glorious dawn
And the promises to keep.
12/6/97
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