The search continues
The grease coated vessels are waiting.
The unwashed vegetables are waiting.
Soiled hands are restless,
muttering a prayer.
Parched lips are
calling out in longing.
Nearby, a basketful of juicy fruits
are awaiting a quick wash.
The wilting plants too are waiting.
The cats and dogs are searching,
while the birds seem to be in distress.
So too are the leaves, the buds,
the blossoms, the roots
and the dry, caked soil.
Water is taking a long break...
has gone deep into hiding,
inside the Earth,
inside the wells,
inside the pipes,
inside lost rain clouds.
