THE BAGMATI RIVER

LET ME LIVE MY ORIGINALITY

LET ME BE MYSELF

Though I have no eyes,

I drop my tears.

Though I have no mouth,

I cry for my life.

Though I have no hands,

I pray for my existence.

I was once a holy river,

My life was full of happiness and joy.

I had lots of devotees and friends,

Who came to me everyday.

They used to worship me and love me

And used to respect me for what I was.

But now, the condition is just the opposite,

You have changed me into a sacrilegious river.

You have filled my life with tears and sorrows.

And now, I am your devotee, your slave.

I worship you for my freedom,

I plead you to give back my previous life.

I request you to stop your uncouth behavior upon me,

You are responsible for what I am today.

I have no friends at all,

You have made me your foe.

Nobody dares to come in front of me,

Without a mask or a handkerchief.

So I urge you give back my former vigor,

Let me enjoy my originality.

Let all my cronies come back to me

And let me be what I always wanted to be.