The Eternal Flow Poem by Puskar Sikdar

Ashamed, I melted away,
The frozen king in disarray.
Drifting down in silent streams,
Known by many, yet lost in dreams.

Clashing, crashing, forging through,
Endless battles, old yet new.
I flow, unbroken, bold and free,
Neither conquered nor set at ease.

Mountains shattered in my stride,
Through valleys deep and rivers wide.
They used me well, then turned away,
And drowned in floods they paved one day.

Harm me once, I'll harm you twice,
Nature remembers, it won't think twice.
Mountains, plains, and lands I crossed,
Breaking paths at every cost.

They built their dams to hold me tight,
Yet saw me turn their dark to light.
The river's power, fierce and grand,
Sparked the flames of light in hand.

But even rivers must find their rest,
No journey flows without an end.
Through countless lands, through tales untold,
My story fades where the oceans fold.

Yet hear this plea before I part—
Let my waters stay pure at heart.
For every stream, for every tide,
Keep my kin in waters wide.