Could be there in the new version of the atlas.

The water front is peopled
Swimming bathing and all
There’s no privacy
Leave alone a protocol.
The flourishing dams and sluice gates
They arise from the seams
Mercilessly they cut across
They slice rivers and streams.
Nature’s beauty oh today
No more casts a spell
That’s the sad story, oh no!
I narrate in a coconut shell.
But the waters will no more take
This assault lying down
They’ll outdo the bridges and the dams
And soar above the city and the town.
I suggest this package tour
Absolutely free of cost
But if you’re loathe to climb a coconut tree
All the fun is lost.
Before you venture upwards
Do carry your mobile
Curiosity is gripping!
Do keep me posted all the while.
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