The withered grass cries for rain
the blade of grass is yellow
everything looks weary and hapless.
The rain less days are too many
innumerable in the count as always
everything looks weary and hapless .
The rivers are dry and lie in vain
long since water flowed through
everything looks weary and hapless.
That be the cause when there is no rain
seem to be famished and barren
everything looks weary and hapless.
Meenas Poems 
2 replies on “Weary And Hapless”
Nice. It reminds me of my Rayalaseema arid region, where rain is scanty. Our hapless River Penna with sand hardened like huge mud cake looks up to heavens for rains. The prayer always goes unacknowledged.The occasional rain is celebrated without any illwill.
Prayers will never go unanswered. River Penna would be rewarded soon. My prayers are with you. Thanks.