Parched cracking earth
stark, skeletoned trees
skin stretched over brittle ribs
of gaunt starved cattle.
Old wrinkled eyes
staring at silent skies
bony calloused palms
open upwards in despair.
Harmless cottony clouds
mockingly flit past
dry wells yawn endlessly
into pits of death.
Rolling in the dust
a child wails brokenly,
its purdah-clad mother
turns away and looks up
at the arid unrelenting sky
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