There was a lake in my village
Where I used to swim daily
Catch the fish by hook and net
About forty five years back.
The people misused it continuously
Made it waterless, dry
Converted into useless ground
With millions of crack.
It's an example of water crisis
Found everywhere in Bengal
Wells, ponds, tanks are dried
Rivers polluted... dying.
Surface water is finished
Under ground water likely to be
It's being consumed very fast
The day ahead when we will be crying.
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