Watery groves

Watery groves






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.



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