A Lake whose virtues Once vied with oceans Lies exposed To relentless sun. Bare earth, splits Into ugly veins Tufts of grass vanish Nibbled on by goats Themselves thirsty skeletons Amble restlessly without pride.
The Lake whose waters Nizams by hukum took On travels everywhere Has now lost its sheen. The moon no longer visits Goats search clumps of grass The split earth grins at greed, which dug a thousand wells A 400 year old City Cries Reeling under heat waves.
