A Crane awaits near the kitchen
Where I think it is thirsty and hungry
The heat of summer badly feels
Nothing to eat or drink to birds
The crows are also crying in loud
Water, water, we aspire for life
Cranberry like fruits now missing
Where open fields are dried in drought
The thrown away waste from kitchen side
The takes with hunger the poor birds
They tries to drink water from taps
And learned how to use home taps
The things are going in new way of life
The cranky climate makes the problems.
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