Meenas PoemsThe land being low
had a steady flow
where water logge
while men clogged
water stagnating in the pool
men crowding like fools
becoming the breeding place of mosquitoes
where diseases spread in rows
turning the lowland unfit and filthy
making it a place totally unhealthy.
The cyclic monsoon hit the town
flooding it largely
lampooning the town extensively.
The rains poured day and night
no person was in sight
The roads were with water
everything else was shorter
with no activity either
and habitation neither
it looked deserted wholly
not looking wasted entirely
but fully logged and surrounded
marshy mess
and clogged
Generally water is a life-giver
now it has become life taker
halting the movements absolutely
while heralding an alert necessarily.
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