Ghosts In the Rill

The level of the stinky dirty water Of the rill running near my house Not falling this year. In this dry season, Water not falling from the taps, While the rivers became lean. Its course somewhere encroached, Protests not heard, non willing to stop Earth filled and fenced . And in the dirty rill Its water level rather rising I see the ghosts of many death people. More they will haunt when rain comes. Then the soothing sound of the rain Will be terrifying to our minds.