A country raked by hunger and poverty,
The crows crying,
The children half-fed, half-clothed
Into their mud houses
And the summer intense
Full of heat and dust,
The sun shining it hot,
No relief from perspiration.
Water, water, how to quench the thirst
For it, the pearly drops of water,
Water, water not only,
The scarcity of food too doing
The rounds into the littered,
Far flung Indian villages
Of the country
And in addition to the summer so intense!
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