Water,Water ,No Where

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