Summer

a poem by Kumar Iyer

Its now summer
Time to call the plumber

May be we have to dig a Bore
Else the problem will come to the fore

Water at this level is not tasty
Only too much Salty

For drinking, we buy mineral water
They make money as it gets hotter

Doctors make a lot of money
Patients are now in plenty

All the fittings gets rusted
There is nothing that can be trusted

Government hires Tankers
Makes pedestrians goes bonkers

Administration is now in haste
Leaving a trial of waste

Citizens should understand water should be saved
Else future will be grave.