The thirsty land
I'm afraid on it,
About, what I say
Remains, nothing in the land.
Drought and hot
Burns the grass and species,
Bright fire over head
Even, dries the swept.
Being the night would darken,
Spread the clouds on sky,
Willing it to rain fall
But, the heat kills it born.
There isn’t water
And greens in the earth,
It makes sorrow that,
The creatures are wiping out.
-Hari Nair (20-02-2014)
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