Well written Reena !
The world is getting tured by some elite to be parched for their jealousy self upliftment.
I wonder, whether they care to think about their progeny who by any chance has to witness the menace.
your word selection and knowlege of expression is good. please keep up the good work.
with humble regards,
Rain
The Parched Land
Mother earth mourns and cries
Yet you her children despise her counsel and rebuke
You have become like a prodigal son
Forgetting the one who nourished you
Who can match the wrath of nature
Unleashed to awaken the selfish generation
Sun has creeded judgement on you
Water has refused to flow on you
Tears of farmers flow like streams
Yet she does not yield and refuse to be consoled
She has embraced dust as her companion
Consuming skeletons of life in to her belly
She has become a barren woman
Her womb has been shut
Parched and cracked has become her robe
What remains are mirages of hope
Once adorned now she is scorned
Her only possession are portraits of a season long forgotten
Laying barren and forsaken she whispers in the hot dry wind
The story of her unrepentant children.
