Water
A young boy's journey to find water in a remote village has become haunted by the spectra of death. The story is written by his mother, who had no idea what was going on at the time she found it. She says 'I saw people killing each other and children crying to death'
It was a summer's midnight,
I was sleeping, suddenly woke up by a beam of light!
There was noise. People were running, shouting;
I saw my mother weeping. and-
from a distant I heard a voice!
A loud cry- 'no water'!
Next day my village was deserted,
the scavenging birds were hovering all over the place.
what was once a blissful place with nature's embrace, now has become haunted!
Death has come knocking the 'doors'.
With my mother I walked and walked-
till the sun set, down the moors,
Three days later we reached at a beach.
There was water! In our reach
My mother cried, " Water water everywhere not a drop to drink! "
I saw people killing each other, I saw children crying to death.
Silence came shortly after-
that we realise the price of water!
Alas! we have wasted...
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Arpan Das
Arpan is a Travel Blogger and a Professional Freelance Writer.
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