The little rose plant
not fresh as every day
looks very worn out and withered .
Her lively call had gone missing
appearing tired and desolate
not her 
usual self.
Going near her found out
she has been afflicted badly
with mite attack great.
Tending to her has been neglected
nothing to blame the gardener
has his hands are tied.
Tied not by any one as such
but by Nature alone very much
as the rains have failed.
With no sufficient water for his personal use
having to buy water for the day
has let the plant to suck.
Who should bear the cross?
Man or nature in the stride
I know not
Meenas Poems 