Oh! Where’s it for our crops? <br />We need the river water drops. <br />Where’s it for our thirst to clear? <br />Where are the tears, are they near? <br /> <br />Oh no! It doesn’t fit, <br />Our little river has become a pit. <br />Oh! We would lose our corn <br />Then what would we do just mourn? <br /> <br />Why did she dry? <br />To make us cry? <br />She ended hence, <br />But it doesn’t make sense. <br /> <br />Why did she turn to marsh? <br />She’s treating us harsh, <br />She’s playing with our lives, <br />She’s hurting us sharp as knives. <br /> <br />She made us happy by giving us health. <br />But by breaking our hearts she suddenly melt <br />Oh! Feeling is too severe <br /> But is this threatening fair of her? <br /> <br />But what should we do, to accept all these? <br />No but us, we can’t, come back the drops, please. <br />How dreadful where’s our hope? <br />Now we are buried in hell from bottom to top. <br /> <br />2008 <br /> <br />© Copyright Aiswarya T Anish, Kerala, India<br /><br />AISWARYA T ANISH<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-drop-2/
