Scornful sun playing havoc, infuriatingly
With humans of every class, mercilessly
Display a walking skeletons and straw thatches
On soil, once were the blooming crops
Gasping tongues, looking for a drop
So precious and life saving, for all beings
Looking up and praying heart and soul
Every where, through to the skyline
Warm-hearted city folk's sacrifice
Would meet just a meager morsel
Yet a consolation, even for a moment
To the genuine giver and receiver alike
Let the divine powers, up in heaven
Sense what these blameless faced in common
Evil befallen, casting lives barren ‘n sullen
Men, women, old, young, all in one warren
Let drying throats be moistened once even
And keep hopes mounting while they hang on
As white patches grow, masking blue's morose
Lives therein would pray for long awaited rain
you have made your point well, that water, often wasted when it is plentiful, is a cherished gift when in short supply. we, in california, u.s.a., have experienced what has been called a three-year drought, but people, including my wife still waste water, though my wife has made some concessions. unfortunately, she feels it is a lie that there really is a drought to be concerned about. some of the water in this state is piped hundreds of miles to other parts of the state to major population centers, but perhaps those vast sources of water can not be counted on for long. this is one reason i will not be sad when i die.....not sad about my death.....as i believe fewer people-who-need- water is a large part of any solution. global-warming, caused by man or by nature may well bring many to their knees. thanks for sharing. my favorite lines of the poem: Scornful sun playing havoc, infuriatingly With humans of every class, mercilessly ............................. : ( bri :) p.s. the photo you posted drew me to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gasping tongues were looking for a drop and on soil, once were the blooming crops. Where did you go oh rain? Let the Divine power fall on men, women, old, young, all in one warren. Rain of mercy enlightens life and rain of cloud brings green scene in Earth. Amazing and brilliant poem is shared here.10