Someone who
thinks death
Is the scariest
thing,
Perhaps doesn't
know
a thing about
The crumbling
life at
The mercy of
nature.
Ushering from the
highest of
Heights like
Himalayan ranges,
Hitting the
depths of foothills,
The nature’s
agony brings erosion
Of both soil and
lives.
Just flattening
the world
In the wee hours.
People in deep
sleep
Sink in their
bedrooms.
The nightmare
doesn't end
Even on opening
their eyes.
They see
everything they own
Being washed away
And they just
cannot pick it up
(and put it
back).
Many there stand
still
To face the stark
reality,
To see the blank
sky beyond the ridge,
Knowing their
feet had come
to the end of the
world.
They drift a
little, take a millisecond
and seep into the
rushing water.
However, many of
them
Who fail to face
the pain of death,
The mercy of
nature leaves them
With nothing but
a life
To find wailing
chest and tired knees
To curl up and
hope to sleep.
They listen to
the sound of the
Approaching helicopters,
As the soundtrack
of
Long awaited hope
and life.
Until they
realise that
The chopper is
ridden by
A politician for
his trip.
wow.
ReplyDeletealthough it would be inappropriate to use this word here,i love your writing.
you painted the frightening and sad reality of the recent floods.
Thank you. Thank you for reading, for feeling, for writing and for letting me know. Thank you.
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