No shades gracing her
No crowds milling around
No green fields skirting her
No boats sailing across
Not streams but sewage mingling by
Not children but buffaloes wallowing in
Her banks breeding not civilizations
But slums amidst the slush
Her waters doling out not delicacies
But dreaded diseases
A shame, a slur, scorned
Cooum cruises along unconcerned
Silently sipping the polluted spoils
Of a capital city!