"A beautiful river and man the murderer" by Azam Siddiqui
Unfortunately, no photo of the author is available online.
Today i pass through the rugged land
looks like a dying labourer's wretched hand
Where once huge trees grew
innumerable stumps stand
like burnt matchsticks
stuck in the sand
At the long dry trench i stare
A beautiful river once flowed here
In a passing truck corpses of trees squeal
The selfish murderer in man they reveal
I count those horrible trucks whenever I'm on the road. It hurts my heart.