Flaming firmament far and wide
Seared senses perceive only mirages
as the sun rains down fire with a vengeance
Wind, like an invisible blaze, shreds the souls of sentient beings
The horizon plays games of near but far
The destination seems like a memory you can’t quite recall
Put some water out
If you can
For thirsty of the earth–
the winged, the pawed, the hooved, and the innocent without shelter,
whom providence has skipped today
Put some water out…
For the parched of tenderness
who never got a full cup
from the pitcher of life
Put some water out…
For there’s a drought of hope
in this strife-torn city-state
of harsh realities
Put some water out…
For that seed buried deep
in the bosom of the ground
may sip and reach out
If you can,
Put some water out
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Anupam Choudhury 