My sisters and I

Dear passer by, please wait,
Listen to our story, before it is too late,
Me and my sisters, you call us lakes,
Witnesses to progress in human fate,

Our connections severed by mounts of concrete.
Poisoned by wastes of human existence,
are silently dying.
Our friends, the birds, fishes and insects
Centuries of close bonding
dying with us.
A mass mourning?

Small groups work tirelessly
fearing for us.
A peep into their field books
Documenting our doom?

Dear city dweller,
Can you reverse this sorrowful tale?
then…..
you have to claim us as your own,
keep us in your thoughts,
your stories to your children,
your future missions and songs of change,
and…
Give our city a happy ending.

Lakshmi Kumar
She is a faculty member of Inventure Academy.