The tears of our Golden mother
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To the parched southern tip of our motherland,
Sage Agasthya brought in pitcher his wife Lopa Mudhra.
The great God Ganesa who presides over all our welfare ,
Took a form of a crow and toppled that pitcher.
Lopa Mudhra freed by the crow(ka) from the control of the sage,
Spread (Viri) all over the southern tip and brought succour ,
To those thirsty people for ever and ever and they also,
Used her ebbing waters to grow food to satiate their hunger.
The needs of the people increased , as the mouths ,
To drink and to eat increased thousand fold,
And those parched millions prayed mother Cauvery,
“Oh mother , Help these children to eat and drink”
The king with a black feet built a grand Anicut ,
Across the mother river that blessed us all,
And with a roaring laugh , she gave,
More and more water to raise the crops.
The rice and the food that she helped us grow,
Spread all over the land helping people to eat,
And those grateful ones with a satiated life,
Decided to call their mother river as the golden one.
Centauries rolled like a very big giant wheel ,
And the needs of her children further increased,
And a Genius engineer blessed by our mother Cauvery,
Built a giant dam across her so that all could eat.
Times rolled , we became free and thanked her,
The Golden river who was our own mother,
And to develop the language we spoke,
We decided to divide ourselves in to language parks.
Her sons whom she fed all these years ,
Without any murmur at any of those times,
Are today engaged in making a division,
Of the great wealth of water she gave.
Due to the cutting of the forests ,
That she covered herself so that ,
More and more water could come to her ,
Are no more there for any one to see.
Without water to give to her fighting sons .
The poor mother without sufficient water wealth,
Has started to cry and what we drink today,
Are her tears and what we eat is the food from those tears,