Wheezing and wailing, thirsting and panting, many
A tap on the street of western Kochi is craving for water;
Tanker lorries are connected to the long tail of empty pots with
Elderly people standing under the hot Sun are not a feast to the eyes;
Remedial solutions are required is a request from the parched throats.
(An Acrostic Poem: First letter of each line spells out WATER)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem