Empty well,
Dry clouds,
Only thunder and
Lightning.
No tree
No free air,
No calling,
And nothing fair.
Language is foreign,
Water is poison,
Collapsing house,
Life in danger.
Still, nothing to panic,
We are under nature.
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I love this poem Gajanan. Beautiful writing. Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken