Ghosts In the Rill
The level of the stinky dirty water
Of the creek running near my house
Not falling this year.
In this dry season,
Water not falling from the taps,
the rivers became lean.
Its course somewhere encroached upon
Protests have
not heard, non willing to stop
Earth filled and fenced .
And in the dirty rill
Its water level rather rising
I saw them as ghosts haunting.
More they will haunt when rain comes.
Then the soothing sound of the rain
Will be terrifying to our minds.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2023
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