Remake Me

I am not born to

flow like a rivulet

collecting canker and dirt
in smelly choked flow

losing my energy

on rocks and stones.

Why didn't you make me

Saraswati reborn in grace?

I would have flown

long and wide winding

bending, feeding man

for long centuries moving

towards the glow

of civilization.

Birds, creepers would have

grown big and forest like

vast fruity bountiful,

but you have made me

a lingering half stream dying

before knowing my end.

I am not dead yet

still lingering in the desert

you created around me

I am still pure, sweet and limpid

come bathe in me and see

how I will make the desert green

my immortal flow will compel

you to shift your abode

covering me on either side.

Sabita Sahu