Rai Vishnu Death of a Civilization
At the riverbank
I was watching
the beauties of the setting sun:
a group of naked boys splashing water
birds flying home
and the refelction of the colourful west horizon
trembling in the water.
The skinny river said,
“Beautiful, isn’t it?
But you won’t be enjoy it anymore
because I am dying.
I’m not afraid of death
but I’m sorry that
if I die
your civilization too dies
with me.