Skylark's downcast at the downtrodden

Starry-eyed Hunter!
what are you searching in the sky?
We are watching the segregation of the stars.
So far nothing has fallen down from the sky.
And who fulfil our tasteless stomachs?
When there was a drought
you poured us rain
and thank you for your kindness.
But the floods befriend with us
and accompanied towards the graveyard.
Anyway the dying is better than the starvation
and thank you again for your kindness.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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