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?