The Cauvery Waters

September 21, 2016thoughtsmeenas17

The fight for water
turns violent in all quarters
Nature watches with a grin .

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kratzworld says:

September 21, 2016 at 10:44 am

well written. It was disturbing to see all the havoc created over it.. !

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1. meenas17 says:
  
  September 21, 2016 at 4:54 pm
  
  Yes. Felt sad. For the sake of water such atrocities around.
  
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