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Conservation


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.commodity