Not a Glass To Drink
The pearl Indian Ocean,my soil,Sri Lanka a blessed with no less anything,so impressed .Flora and fauna wherever to see and smell,mountain ranges sitting like angels in the central adding beauty,the rivers turning like snakes in all directions spring from their mother mountain genes.
It rains in all monsoons sometimes fails.Here and there some reservoirs holding rain water to generate hydroelectric power.Rotating Sun all over the world in March summer marched down here in Sri Lanka burning the Lankan heads.Rain falls here in monsoons and fails sometimes even during monsoon.The Sun in thirst drinking the waters with its ray hands,holding in the reservoirs until they are running dry.Sudden power cuts imposed for want of rain to the dismay of people.
When it rains in monsoons water,water everywhere in liters everyone to drink.But in March summer not a glass to drink.Power cuts imposed hitting the pockets of masses and crunch state treasury is like insult to injury.
Failing is in human genes came from Adam in Paradise but God never fails.God gives enough water even all to swim for years.How can it happen to rain every moment everyone like? God has given the sixth sense instead to make use of it to decide what’s right and what’s wrong.Men for his foolishness fail in his decisions and pass the blame on God for no rain.If men is that wise he has to save rain water in a proper way to utilize it when there is no rain.
We have enough learned people here but these unlearned give no room for the learned knowing geography,the one much learned mathematics but the unlearned let the learned to watch their monkey dancing to the tune of ignorance.It’s like
Dogs bark not allowing cows to chew grass!
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