Now a spade in frantic search.
Little further, a shimmer tantalizes
I draw towards it panting, my tongue ready to lap up
The translucence merges into a mirage
The parched pangs persist
In hollowed expectation—
Acute shortage of potable water once prophesized
Now a stark reality.
An unending weary path queue to a pot of fresh water
People water stressed swarm safer zones.
Water refugees huddle
In camps of water resourceful countries.
War is in the offing, the third world war
War for occupation of land, water basins
Potential with aquifers
Hegemony and power redefined
Oh, for a draught of fresh water!