THE DRY SPELL – A SILENT PRAYER


WITH DROUGHT IN SO MANY AREAS, THIS IS WHAT I COULD DO……………JUST BEFORE HOLI…

Her green robe she donned, and she spread charm around
With her dainty hands reaching out to a land new found
She enjoyed the attention, and spread her love all over
Time was when she  was the root of every endeavour

No one turns to her anymore for she no longer has anything to flout
Drought has done her in, for it was the tree I was talking about
With drought in areas where there should not be, we no longer have laughter
Holi is in, colours are in, but where is that aura of being happy together

So many die, so many waiting, walking miles and miles to fill pots
If we as much have a wet festival, tis time we rid away such thoughts
for those in cities might not feel the pinch of lack of every drop
Tis those in the hapless affected villages, for whom life is now a full stop.

Let us join hands together and take an oath to contribute
Let us pray to the rain gods and try to solve this problem so acute
If prayers cold bring that wetness in these dry lands of suffering

I would pray all day, this is the least I could do , as an offering.

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