After a long spell
he paid a visit to
us once again.
To our fear and horror
he cast his burning
eyes around.
Eyes blazing
he spat fire on us
making us sweat profusely.
Even our clothes turned
wet as if we were
walking under a torrential rain
without any cover over our heads and body.
Our ponds, lakes, wells
and rivers began to
lower their water levels alarmingly
forcing some of them turn dry.
He burned not only our beautiful gardens
but our fields and plantations
since our canals too went dry.
Severe drought
devastated our crops
which was our main source of livelihood.
He remained silent throughout
not even a whisper came out of him.
After a prolonged spell,
he would visit us and repeat his
performances, mercilessly
cold-bloodedly and with too much vigour
once he is gone…
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