It's been a mixed baggage of rains this year, some parts of the country received heavy rainfall whereas some parts haven't received a single drop. Some places face flood like conditions, some places face drought. Here below are few of my scribbles during my wandering in the wild.
Concrete Fill
Tadpoles in the muddy
puddle,
Together stay put in a
huddle,
Their Mother lay dead in a
road kill,
Puddle tomorrow a concrete
fill.
Silver
Twine
Caught
in the nylon nets, the pelicans die,
Their
chicks in hunger cry,
Painted
storks leg caught in the line,
Even
tiny fins struggle in silver twine.
Common
Crow
Rain
drops on my forehead pour,
Lion
behind the clouds began to roar,
Sparks
of its teeth strike lighting blow,
Scavenging
across came a wet common crow.
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August 21st
2014
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