Water ,water everywhere,
Was a tale of yore,
Rains were copious,
Rivers were surplus,
Ponds were full.
It was a wholesome full
Deep down goes the bore well
Down to 400 feet,
Further to 600 feet,
Still deep to 1000 feet,
Piercing the earth,
But no water anywhere.
Houses were laid out,
With plenty of air flout,
Trees encircled the lay out,
Breeze circumvented the sit out,
It was cool in the roundabout.
There was lot of fun in the silhouette.
Sky scrapers are rising high,
Up , up they sigh,
Making an expensive buy,
Cement and mortar create a tie,
Winds unable to pose a fly,
There is a plenty of toil in the cry.
As the earth gets undone,
As the sky sneaks through the run,
The warmth enters in a ton,
The water dries up in a none
Releasing wilfully a scarcity boon
Meenas Poems 