From high up on the hill <br />Goddess Durga oversees <br />The three intercepting canals <br />And the mighty river <br />Tears of an ancient <br />Personal sorrow <br />Flow into the river... <br /> <br />The surrounding hills <br />Jutting into the river <br />Stood mute witnesses <br />To those dark shady nights <br />Absorbing the muffled <br />Helpless innocent protestations <br /> <br />Why did the Goddess <br />Prefer to turn a deaf ear <br />Contrary to her image <br />Of squelching the evil? <br />Night after night <br />The much favourite sky <br />Would take an awkward bow... <br /> <br />Decades of flow <br />Didn't seems to change anything! <br />Everything's just the same; <br />The canals and the river and the Goddess <br />Only the hills look a tad arid <br />The sky continues to cling to the hills <br />But the tears of a personal sorrow <br />Now flow into the sea<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-a-peek-hole/
