Crow Is Still Thirsty Poem by V P Mahur

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