Author Arun Kolatkar There isn't a dropp of water in the great reservoir the peshwas built. There is nothing in it. Except the hundred years of silt. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 1 (1 vote) Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments