Even as the nation gears up to welcome a new state that is almost on the verge of becoming a reality, here's a poem sent by one of our readers...

When I look in the river

What do I see?

A life full of nothing

But treacherous misery

A life full of deception

A life forced into submission

A life full of tension

And humiliation

A life full of ruthless injustices

In all colors and shades

From the violation of my rights

To mutilation with blades

A life of a Telangnite

Sailing against the tide

Struggling towards the shore

In search of his pride

A life of a middle-aged man

With a simple dream

To get my river Godavari liberated and

Live like a tranquil stream

A life of a young man

Feeing lost in a crowd

Searching for a past

That is yet to be found

A life of apparently silent witnesses

Watching from the outside

The rape of my Telanganga

But crying on the inside

A lifeguilt

For not knowing what to do

Standing helpless

Before a horrendous view

A life of obsession

For “The Right to Liberate My State“

Which devours me like a fire

That never ceases to substantiate

So I look in the River Godavari (Eturnagaram)

With an axe in hand

Smash this image of (Seem Andhra Leaders)

Before with I stand

Nalgonda district has

Nagarjunasagar dam

But people around it

Cannot drink its waters from a can

Vampires cannot live among themselves

They must live among Muslims, Christian, Hindus and others,

Who don’t belong to their race

To help themselves and reap favors