The Song of the River In Trouble

The song of the river in trouble The river says, go back; The sky also says the trees say so The birds say go, go home back But people say, go and weed So, I go to the river dam And weave grass on its top Silently and tirelessly I weed the grass at the bank of the river In the burning summer and on You are busy amid festive But I see the river erosion And an ensuing flood You are singing the festival song Me, songs of the river in trouble