Don’t drink my water:

She is bearing heavy metals and toxins,

That she gets from raw agro based industrial outflow,

That could kill a baby in your womb,

That are draining the fish she contains.

Don’t cook with my water:

Like blood moving from veins to the heart;

In her gathers rain water from surrounding tilled shores,

Carrying with it the fertilizers and dung from the earth:

That, like cruel intruders, suffocate and break nature in me,

That may harm you if taken in.

Even the trees of the land, that could, can no longer stop this;

They are gone; chopped and burnt down.

Help my water:

She withers away,

Under man’s cultivation and deforestation,

Gone is the charm that had pulled multitudes to her in the olden days,

That had inspired cries of awe at how fresh an ocean I was:

She’s dyed to dark rotting shades of green and brown,

Of algae and decay,

That symbolize,

The start of the cascade to my demise.

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This poem is a call  from all water bodies to the human kind about the danger of consuming polluted water and to further advocate for conservation.