Ghosts In the Rill
The level of the stinky dirty water
Of the rill running near my house
Not falling this year.
In this dry season,
Water not falling from the taps,
While the rivers became lean.
Its course somewhere encroached,
Protests not heard, non willing to stop
Earth filled and fenced .
And in the dirty rill
Its water level rather rising
I see the ghosts of many death people.
More they will haunt when rain comes.
Then the soothing sound of the rain
Will be terrifying to our minds.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2023
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