Flood
There were two sisters,
Their feet, full of blisters.
Holding hands in firm grip,
They were off for a long trip.
The trip was full of difficulties,
Through passages with upturned trees,
Path was torn due to water,
Flood made families shatter.
Once laugh echoed through the house,
Now was not even present for a wandering mouse,
Father and mother both were gone,
Once princesses were now orphan.
Shattering through the clouds of grief,
Sunshine brought them little relief.
Far away covered in green,
The nature presented an amusing scene,
Raindrops dripping from leaves,
Sunbeams from dense canopies did sieve.
Buzz of insects was heard,
This part was still struggling from flood,
A fruit fell on elder sister,
And struck her head like a big bolster.
Frowning with fairy like charm,
She was starting to get alarmed,
The hand grip tightened,
Younger one winced.
Slowly those little heads bobbed upward,
With hands on forehead to sunshine thwart,
The eyes saw the nest at first,
Then they saw the blackish-blue bust,
The mother bird was feeding the children,
Filling the appetite till again it rain.
Two big drops of tears fell down,
When the memories of past came flooding around,
This time the younger one didn't winced,
Instead pulled her sister and embraced.
Their never ending journey resumed,
The spark in the eyes all consumed,
The stomach furiously fumed,
The village was near, they assumed.
The hope and hunger kept them in motion,
They felt the presence of Hell's ocean.
Upturned trees,
Empty streets,
Insects and scavengers,
On their digestive venture.
The water had retreated,
And the scene it painted,
was alarming to see,
People came running back,
Who once had flee.
Help was provide wordlessly,
No questions were asked to make the mess more messy,
A temporary home was made,
For princesses, who now awaited and awaited and waited,
for who-know-what they were fated.
- Raj Nandani
The flood wrecked havoc in many areas this year. The lives were destroyed like the house of matches snaps away with little pressure. Many families were lost and many slept completely in the sleep which is forever.
The words here are like chaos just like the situation created from flood. The view is present everywhere but there's nothing which can be done to undo what's done.
This poem here explains about the after flood life of two sisters who have lost their parents. This is the same situation which is faced by many more children out there who had been orphaned just by a swift wave of water. In a few days, their dreams are shatteres, their house lost, their lives tangled and destroyed even...
And we are doing nothing. Just making footage and sending aids.
The future must shape the path we are going to take today not the past, cause past is done and gone what coming is in future. Instead of sitting and cursing others around, we should move ourselves and find out the ways to reduce the casualties in future. The whole world is facing this problem and thus should act as one to fight this.
Their feet, full of blisters.
Holding hands in firm grip,
They were off for a long trip.
The trip was full of difficulties,
Through passages with upturned trees,
Path was torn due to water,
Flood made families shatter.
Once laugh echoed through the house,
Now was not even present for a wandering mouse,
Father and mother both were gone,
Once princesses were now orphan.
Shattering through the clouds of grief,
Sunshine brought them little relief.
Far away covered in green,
The nature presented an amusing scene,
Raindrops dripping from leaves,
Sunbeams from dense canopies did sieve.
Buzz of insects was heard,
This part was still struggling from flood,
A fruit fell on elder sister,
And struck her head like a big bolster.
Frowning with fairy like charm,
She was starting to get alarmed,
The hand grip tightened,
Younger one winced.
Slowly those little heads bobbed upward,
With hands on forehead to sunshine thwart,
The eyes saw the nest at first,
Then they saw the blackish-blue bust,
The mother bird was feeding the children,
Filling the appetite till again it rain.
Two big drops of tears fell down,
When the memories of past came flooding around,
This time the younger one didn't winced,
Instead pulled her sister and embraced.
Their never ending journey resumed,
The spark in the eyes all consumed,
The stomach furiously fumed,
The village was near, they assumed.
The hope and hunger kept them in motion,
They felt the presence of Hell's ocean.
Upturned trees,
Empty streets,
Insects and scavengers,
On their digestive venture.
The water had retreated,
And the scene it painted,
was alarming to see,
People came running back,
Who once had flee.
Help was provide wordlessly,
No questions were asked to make the mess more messy,
A temporary home was made,
For princesses, who now awaited and awaited and waited,
for who-know-what they were fated.
- Raj Nandani
The flood wrecked havoc in many areas this year. The lives were destroyed like the house of matches snaps away with little pressure. Many families were lost and many slept completely in the sleep which is forever.
The words here are like chaos just like the situation created from flood. The view is present everywhere but there's nothing which can be done to undo what's done.
This poem here explains about the after flood life of two sisters who have lost their parents. This is the same situation which is faced by many more children out there who had been orphaned just by a swift wave of water. In a few days, their dreams are shatteres, their house lost, their lives tangled and destroyed even...
And we are doing nothing. Just making footage and sending aids.
The future must shape the path we are going to take today not the past, cause past is done and gone what coming is in future. Instead of sitting and cursing others around, we should move ourselves and find out the ways to reduce the casualties in future. The whole world is facing this problem and thus should act as one to fight this.
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