An old wrecked ship lies on the sandy banks
A barge passes through the exposed rocks
In the nearby fields, stand withered stalks
Tethered boats lie on either side of the ribbony waters
Dad’s luxuriant boat now stands desolate and rundown
Gushing waters no longer; economy has a meltdown.
High overhead, a few birds still fly
The air is warm; sun shines brightly on cloudless sky
Fertile land where my ancestors migrated hundreds of years ago
Now, unfriendly and hostile, wonder what will bestow
Its beauty- restore the flora, fauna, livelihood and all
Whither Time Machine - Climate Change to stall!
Image Copyright - N. Ravi