No dark clouds on the horizon
No rains in sight what a problem
Farmers aghast with worst fears
Nothing to reap and nothing to earn
The woes of debt makes him somber
Times are really going from bad to worse
In towns its also bad
Dams are almost dry
Now when the taps run dry
Frantic search of water will
Be the work everyone will have
Just to think makes one nervous
Zooming prices are the
Order of the day
God alone has answers
To the plight of all on earth
Lets hope rain to fall
And things get normal
All around
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Singing Amrithavarshini raga will help...if you are not a singer play some musician's audio music cassettes...it could be vocal or instrumental...persistent for some days nonstop....an old version of belief system...and modern therapy of music system...God bless us all