A commodity I know
simple and plenty in flow
rises up and down
a fluctuation as shown
a flooding in a season
a paucity without reason
governed not by any man as of
looks down at him with a scoff
once was in everyone’s hands
now not even found in sand
has become a rarity in all
would turn a scarcity in a short call
Oh ! without it none would survive
as it is a refreshment with a revive
abused by a man with all his might
yet it tries to serve him without a fight
Poor me it struggles with a face brave
Man would be pushed to the grave
if not its level rises in bounds
Let us pray for it to abound..
save man and animals from a drown.
Well, the commodity is water
conservation of it would prevent a shatter.
Meenas Poems 