Oh! Where’s it for our crops?
We need the river water drops.
Where’s it for our thirst to clear?
Where are the tears, are they near?
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thats really good ur so good for such a young person ur better than a few of the oldies i have seen on this site
aishu, you are a born poet... i wish the same poem got published in some malayalam mag. please read my poem 'song for a dead river' 10
Nice written. I think you have suffered and seen natural calamaties or something unusal happened. A beautiful poem to read from thy heart.
Excellent expression of thought what i should say it comes from somewhere withen your, deep rooted anguished heart Cool keep writing.
simply, amazing...from a very brilliant, talented girl like you...keep on writing...brilliant thoughts are like seeds in your mind..growing as the days by... a born poet and that's you.....10++++++for this marvelous creation.
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I like the short question and other sentences. Your exclamations of “oh” and “Oh no” spice up the reading. “this threatening fair of her? ” is an interesting way to aks this question. You also do a good job making your endings rhyme. I can’t tell who the “she” you are referring to is. Is it the earth, the rain, water, river, the drop?
when everyone wants to make concrete jungles, how will any river is alive for ever?
what a lovely poem.... a heart that calls... to listen, to talk, to do... such wonderful indeed, that everybody should ponder....of what will be the future... you have a very beautiful poem... thank you....God bless a 10+
your ode is serious and deep filled with many emotions and diverse notions, some of the rhymes are forced which hinder the flow of lexical terms, since Walt Whitman free verse can be just as melodious, very well done
That is real creative. I see that your only eleven. How neat, you will have many opportunites to share talent. Take those chances and change lives
Industrial pollutants, Shifts in Seasons, No rainfall to sustain, reasons may be many but, do we realise the mistakes we have done to suffer thus at natures hands. Thought provoking poem. Angel