Elegy: A Dead Public Pond

By the unremitting blaze of sun, her tank was shrunk, bed dried up. No water, no moss left except some patchy cracks of mud here and there. The heavy rain surged into her pool, came too late but made her cool. Alas! They were wittingly dwindled and some sailed through the air in invisible vapors in joyous choir! She's lamenting for she will miss the footfalls of thousand known feet of women, men and school children to dive into the pool semi-necked, to explore refreshed vigor in them in unique pleasure, undefined ecstasy she will no more be revived for farmers to drain water to their emerald fields! Lotus will no more bloom forever by the crystal surface of her water In deep pain, her tearful eyes peep The huge loads of sands in some trucks The upbeat contractor is cheering labors To end the task to fill it up by the dusk Ah, none left to see her spirit cry in air No one bothers to listen to her and share! Government contractor on high back chair growing fatter through a dazzling tower on the shrine of committal as her tomb. Her spirit is sweeping her blooded tears and cajoling her to stop lamenting there. The seeds of her tears will now bloom seasonal flowers of varied colors as offering to commercial quarters! Copyright@ Poet,4 February,2019