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.