Shapeless, colourless being on the earth,
Blissful, mysterious, the shining one,
Smile to lips and on face mirth,
The loveliest miracle that Nature's ever done.
How gentle in the former of rain!
Gives joy to peasants and life on the land,
Keeps sky's relation with the earth maintain,
And with greenery it walks hand in hand.
It dances in the rivers and streams,
Until the monsoon happens to pass,
Being flood destroys it many dreams,
Then people sit to count their loss.
It plays in the oceans a different part,
Ships move happily far and wide,
But when cyclone happens to start,
People drown and die of thirst in this tide.
Aqua to drink, wash, bathe and keep us fresh,
But motionless hydro makes a situation dire,
Yet its essence gives many ways to refresh,
Even dirty water is enough for blowing out fire.
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