When the dead grass and the thirsty cows---

When the dead grass and the thirsty cows---

When the dead grass and the thirsty cows,
the blunt meadows, the fields popped-up
with weeds, the growth of which is unaccountable,
the hungry farmer with the sickle, to unweed
the parched lands for there is no grain,
the livestock thin framed grazing on the
frail leaves got stuck up by the stake of
stones, not on the leaves or grass for
everything is parched, even the birds
and parrots dare not come, for there
is nothing to peck and beam about,
there is no bard to pour any song,
like anybody else I look up the sky,
the clouds, the beauty of the winged birds,
Journeying across, in mirthful glee,
Mocking at the land, I could hear an aircraft
zoom in the air, the innocent, convention bound,
Propitiate the rain gods, the chanting
is divine and uniform, sooner, steadier,
what are those gathering, dark clouds,
to brighten the land, to wet the dry?
my desk, my pad and quill go fertile.