Where is that greenery we admired yesterday?
Where is the little stream we diverted its way?
Where is the succulence that came with the rains?
A new season has taken over; bringing a new order
Its characteristics bear on Mother Nature
Drying every available plant, skin and running water
The grasses are drier
For their roots can't reach the water table far beneath
And sooner they will wither
And with the giant-rooted trees that reach the water table
Their leaves are brown with morose display
For they get a few sip of the scanty flowage
The skies are without clouds
Just sandstorm, Whirl winds and sharp piercing dry winds
True, the dry season intensifies
(12th March,2016; Ofoase)
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