Tuesday, February 11, 2014

For Quenching the Thirst!

The crow far away from home-nest
 Flapping its wings up and down
Fluttered around in fizzling mood
For water to douse his thirst.       

Went near the river area
Which, the mighty Sun
Has mercilessly killed  
Sipping all its efflux.

  Reached the pond once deep
 And brooks and becks even
That lay just about
Illustrating only aridity.

“Aha! A pot with water at the foot,”
He hoped, “I can guzzle.”
Stones he put to set the level.
Alas! Cuts by stones made water gush.

 “Ho!  Finally water is here.
Thanks the authority,
You leave ruptured pipes, unfastened 
Letting water flood in force.