Meenas PoemsCome summer
the sun rages high
the place burns hot
an interlude is on the way
found in the festivals
that abound and rebound.
To beat the heat
the people indulge in celebrations
seek a relief in the rituals
as mirth and rejoice divert
the strain of the scorching sun.
The festivals are colourful
with people attired in their best
the deities adorned with jewels
move in a procession with illumination
the devotees following the chariots
chanting with piety 
Jack and Jill
went up the hill
goes the rhyme
in all its chime.
The way they went up to fetch a pail of water
tells us there was shortage of water
in those places less hotter
the ancient age faced hardships also 
matters.
Brush not the nursery rhyme as simple
it illustrates with an example
Jack fell down in a tumble
and broke his crown in a fumble.
Water has turned a rare commodity
with the global warming in the vicinity
foretold in the song of infinity
a caution which signifies great curiosity.
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