The river nearby my house is polluted. It has
all sorts of trash, plastic bags, bottles, handkerchiefs,
papers and chemicals. The water smells like rotting
food, perhaps like rotting relationships. Bottles of
concern, papers of love, the first handkerchief gifted
by somebody’s father and plastic bags of negligence
are all a part of this river now. Some have submerged
and some still floating for somebody’s attention and
just a pinch of love that can restrengthen the weak
bonds and make the river pristine again.
Sravani Singampalli is a writer, poet and artist from India. Her works are published and or forthcoming in Kaleidoscope, Parks and Points, Deaf Poets Society, Formercactus, Purple Fire Publications, Alban Lake, Nomadic Delirium Press, Treehouse Arts, House of Zolo, Blind Faith Magazine and many more. She is presently pursuing a doctoral degree in pharmacy at JNTU KAKINADA university in Andhra Pradesh, India. Apart from writing, she likes drawing and painting in her spare time. She is very fond of House Sparrows.
