Drought
Into the distance travels the sound of the weeping willows,
It is a problem whose solution no one knows.
The helpless man implores for relief,
On the branches of trees remains not a single leaf.
Drained of water are the reaches of the earth,
Drought is a situation where human life is of no worth.
Upon the whole of mankind suffering is inflicted,
Through a number of demises their fate is depicted.
Turning barren are the large masses of fertile land,
For help of people in distraught appears not a single hand.
In man and animals prevalent is the thirst for relief,
People are not able to appreciate life even for a minute brief.
Drenching the land are the mortal’s tears,
This dearth has extended throughout the years.
Drained of water the saplings turn dry,
Each failed crop is accompanied by a farmer’s cry.
Sporting a grey coat the sky brings hope,
Hanging on are the countrymen to the end of a rope.
Everlasting is their aspiration for a better tomorrow,
It will be the rains that will wash away all their sorrows.
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