POEM
A quick flowing
blue, transparent river is
a visual feast.
A quick flowing river
of memories is always
heartening and cheerful
beyond words.
With the summer sets in
the flow of river slowly, slowly
flows along.
At last the drought sets in
the river gets dried up
with the cracks and potholes
more and more visible.
One’s needling pain makes
him/her weep silently
with all living beings
fish, crabs, water-snakes and other organisms
struggle for existence
suffocate and breathe
their last.
Similar is the case
with the mankind
with land gets dried up
and the farmers are forced
to put an end to their life.
Likewise
with the flow of memories
gradually getting slower
and slower at last
getting dried-up with
the flow of time.
The memories shrink
in this age of persisting summer
making life more and more difficult
on the surface of earth…..
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