Drought, severe drought
The people are in thirst
The Ponds and wells dried
People's efforts fails.
Drought severe drought
Humans are in thirst
The mother earth is drying
Or dying? someone exclaims!
Trees are cut from forests
Trees are cut from compounds
Concrete structures replaced
Where drops of water not recharged.
Ponds are filled for habitats
Rivers are dried on drought
The wild and domestic animals thirsty.
The shrubs, little trees rotten.
Still we are in hope
The rain clouds coming in heights
May be today or tomorrow
There will be rains by god's grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
none of it rhymes....if it doesnt rhyme than its not a poem