The river is almost full
it flows with a great pull
a scene rare to see
as it is always free
water is a rare phenomenon
as the rains failed to come
unwanted things occupy the river bed
where cattle loiter instead
it appears as a polluted basin
where the city’s waste drains
the foul smell it emanates all around
destroy the environ in an abound
the ghastly sight was an eyesore
as the city became unfit to living
the water now flows with an ease
extending a fresh look and lease
it is but wonderful to see the gush
as the river runs with a bridal blush.
Tag: dry
Dark As it Holds –6
Grey is the sky
clouds moving shy
Where do they go?
seeing from low
gazing at it for long
stood there amazed
at the vastness exhibited
Would they bring rain?
that would lead to gain
Would they? would they?
the mind probes in dismay
as it hovers over the parched land
which once upon a time was grand
grains and millets filled the barn
now all seem to have gone
with the field gone dry
no produce to buy
a sign of famine perhaps
a fluctuation in seasons
could attribute no reasons.
The River in My Town.
The river in my town. Vaigai in name
flows with a frown
dry not on its own.
ruined by a tone
it is mostly known
the contamination is sown
by man as shown
who revers nothing grown
tarnishes most to a bone
naked it lies with a moan
patiently borne
its charm slips unhoned
the river is dead in the drone
a sad end to the mighty flown
The Water Bodies
The Blades Of Grass
The blades of grass so far gleaming and sharp shining with dew over them glimmering in the day light looks so pale and brown turned so for no rain withered and haggard they appear in the morning light . A noteworthy sign of prosperity now to a dull dry coarse yarn render a feel of sadness in the tone there be a strain and a drain imploring for copious rain that play cats and dogs all through signifying a parched lifeless land.
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It was a hectic day.
Cleaning and winding up
the household for a break.
Instructing the staff
to take care
of the house
and the garden.
The monsoon has failed.
The heat is unbearable.
The plants droop .
The flowers bloom
not wholesome
but partial and then dry up.
It looks as though
the plants are crying
My home town looks
like a desert.
To keep the garden alive
have to buy water
which is turning expensive
as the demand rises.
Such failures do happen
once in five years
putting the people
to hardship and fear.
The government
p*ss a silent spectator.
A Productive Link
Rivers are source of strength.
Some go dry almost in tenth.
Some flood most in length.
Others remain even at all fronts.
Rivers dry due to failure of rains.
Their runway turns parched creating a strain
Moss and mushroom grow extensively indicating a drain.
They turn into eyesores signifying a bane.
Rivers are in spate due to rainfall copious.
They cross the path in a speed dangerous.
They overflow with a velocity hideous.
The deluge causes disaster all through.
Linking of rivers has long been in the anvil.
This move would save all from evil.
It is a concept which remains idle.
Certainly this link would evade all blink.