I am Sindhu,
I sowed life in the soil of Mohenjo-Daro,
Carrying the laughter of Harappa in my waves,
I scattered the first seeds of civilization.
Cities of brick, wells of water,
Dreams that bloomed in my lap.

But look, time betrayed me,
My waters dried, Harappa fell silent,
Mohenjo-Daro was buried beneath the earth,
Human greed crushed the environment.
Now filth flows in my waves,
The pride of civilization weeps in silence.
I, Sindhu, stand today with a question,
Whom shall I blame for this destruction?