When powers she wields
river she breaks homes
floods paddy fields
Swords of rains
swells her hurt pride
boils her veins
Vengeful she brims
breaks the lock gate
cultivator's dreams
Gone is sweet flow
in the moonlight
soft silver glow
Simmers her soul
raging red hot
she burns like coal
With inflamed tides
she devours the crop
growing on her sides
River now a curse
she wouldn't recede
without leaving scars
She can't be blamed at all
men have only ravaged her
taken her all.