Water with hate and taste

Amid frequent and thoughtful endeavors
Amid earnest struggles to regather
a bucketful of water from cauvery
Nothingness looms large on the sands...

Sometimes in the past
I have swam through the current
conjured up with mesmerizing success
when cauvery was full of water at Allur..

For the past several decades
suddenly inside cauvery and outside of it
Tumultuous slogans of protest studded in heat
swallowing every bit of water with horror..

The dawn had not opened my eyes
I could not swam or bath through
The sharpness or dampness of the holy river
Piercing through my heart's inquisitorial chamber

I could clearly see a doom prepared
artificialy inside cauvery where i couldn't
even take a quick bath by the politics
Where i had for every moment felt trembled..

MY dear Masters My dear society My dear souls
Kindly arrange half a bucket of water atleast
From this holy river just to finish my morning
Santhya vanthanam..without any hitch or hate...
Ragavapriyan