"... For men may come and men may go, but i go on forever..."
The Brook, by Alfred Lord
Was a remarkable poem, that all of us might have read back in our school days.
It draws out the contrast between the impermanence of a man's life to the eternal and boundless existence of a river.
And yet, in our 21st century, it holds out an irony.
As the rivers across the world and in our own country, are drying out ever so rapidly, it seems, that our once "eternal" rivers may now only have a few 15-20years of life ahead of them.
Ganga, Godavari, Kaveri, Krishna, Narmada, Yamuna, Brahmaputra, Noyyal, Kabini, Musi, Bhima, Gomti, Mahanadi, Sabarmati, Thamirabarani, Vaigai, that mapped our nation from North to South, from East to West are now under threat of drying out.
Mankind has spared none.
Have we yet to realize that these rivers are Infact our life lines? That our survival, and their survival, goes hand in hand? Hasn't it hit us yet, that as our rivers die, the hope for our future generations to lead a quality life dies with them?
We are so busy trying to search for water in Mars, moons and the vast universe out there, instead of trying to conserve and save our own planet!
'A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush'
Is it not better to preserve the certainty of what we have, rather than waste our resources in the search of possibilities that may boil down to nothing?
Its high time that we all step up to respond to the alarm calls of our planet!
We MUST go clean and green, so "future" won't just be a dream.