The thirsty crow looked around
With his sight sharp and sound
He sat on a high building's top
And used his natural telescope
Traced at length another source
And eagerly followed its course
But same story there too he got
This water too he drink could not
He could not found a single bowl
Where the water was not foul
He felt great sorrowful surprise
How these men all can utilize
Such polluted and foul water
What they do with dirty gutter
He feels himself unable to bear
A world without water clear
Now let me go back to nature
To save my life and my future
May God grant logical thinking
To this human who is sinking
Into the bog of his own doings
And destroying his own beings
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