cycle unheard
complaints unheard rise,
strikes,bands,blockades,clash in streets.
curfew cloaks the peace.
season's rain comes down-
no passage left to flow through;
ponds gone, all encroached.
barren hills lie still
rain rushes wild, rivers swelling
overflowing rage.
rain's soothing noise dreadful,
yet the fresh plowed fields waiting
for the green reborn.
frail cycle decays,
endless wait for cries to sound;
complaints long unheard.
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