Rajababu-poet

 

 

WATERY GROVES-by Rajababu

 

Evian comes to life,

The shelves are full of drops,

People queue up, the elitisms aplenty,

Thirst… or fashion.

 

In the dusty ravines up North,

A woman hurls down a roped bucket,

It hits rock bottom of the parched well;

And pulled back with indifferent effort.

 

Scavenged, drought-ridden faces,

Stare at the lens eyes’

Pictures to be beamed by Satellite;

The characteristic tut-tuts from middle class homes.

 

A day’s salary, pass the box,

Cheques sent to NGOs’.

The watery groves of the women folk,

Reveal how much the drought has claimed.