Steadily, I stepped into this world.
In my path I often saw a not so clean, a stream.
It would smell rot and be strewn with coloured elements of dirt.
Oh! How have I grown along these years
Proud of being what the world has made me into
I learn and still learn what the world teaches me.
I learnt that the stream is
The Mighty Wahumkhrah
Whose wrath knows no bounds in the monsoon.
The coloured elements all gone.
What a world can do against its wrath.
But Alas! The world has yet to realise
That however you make the river cry
Nothing stands when it is in her glory.
So why dishonour her.
Has she not made everyone before and after me
Realise, who she is.
Does she not deserve the love and respect by all?
No more shall we be a part of this savagery and shall
Stand together to make our world our river clean.
Rajni Pradhan