Dear drought | Sunday Observer

Dear drought

I’d call you ‘dear’ because
I want to be friendly with you;
I know that it is unwise to oppose
An Apollo’s creed force like you!
My heart weeps looking around
Viewing how all beings suffer.
Man animal and plant abound;
Their daily affairs getting tougher!
I see white clouds lazily pass
Without a hue of velvety dark;
Light winds really mock us; alas,
There isn’t any sympathy’s mark!
This call of mine has a melancholy note;
It cannot for sure be a song of joy.
Please talk to Rain your heavenly mate
And send showers soon for us to enjoy!

- Bandara Samarakoon

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