Water
Water burning bright,
In
the States of this fight;
What
mortal hand or eye,
Could
decide your flow?
In
what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt
the fire of thine cries?
On
what fields dare they grow?
What
the hand, dare can plough?
And
what court, & dam wide,
Could
twist the sinews of thy tide?
And
when thy valleys go dry
What
good strike? O’ Nature my!
What
the people? What the pain,
You
do ooze through their vein?
What
the dispute? what lost cause,
Dare
these futile fickle laws!
When
the spring ebbs underground
And
water’d this earth love bound
Did
you think of this day to see?
Did
you descend the hills to get free?
Water
Water burning bright,
In
the States of this fight;
What
mortal hand or eye,
Could
decide your flow?
-R-
-Inspired by William Blake's 'The Tyger', for my city Bengaluru is burning bright today :-(
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