The ruthlessness of the intense drought!
But what, the great creator’s dissatisfaction?
Smile of happiness has mortgaged to hunger and poverty.
The face is covered with a clouds of despair.
Dreams of expectation have shattered like the birthplace.
Desperately helpless to nature.
Can be, the cow is last fund.
Nevertheless, intense fighting to survive in a poor life.
As if, her birth is like a curse.
Looking helplessly across the horizon
Infinite wailing in innocent eyes.
What as if, hundred ask?
To the creator, or to his creation.
Or, defeat to the destiny.