The deluge of humanity
Till yesterday our world was different;
We couldn’t see boats on roads,
Nor could we find bodies floating like infernos.
Our houses were aloft,
And the city looked bright and yellow.
Subways and highways we vaunted of
Hotels and flats we bragged about.
But a flicker of a night
Snatched from us everything we had.
Leaving us with poor life
Begging for tiny drops of mercy.
The water swallowed our homes,
Our roads and flats,
Our food and clothes
And our pride as such.
Our houses started stinking of sewage
That crept in from the sewers outside our gates
Engulfing all that we were left of.
Until the day a roof became a sight so scarce
And food-a luxury.
Our arms pleaded for help
And our souls drank the pity of the deluge.
Darkness became a habit,
And the tired voices of lament became feeble and
feeble
Till we could hear no more.
No arc of Noah appeared before us,
Deserted we remained;
And abandoned we are,
That now, we have learnt
To dance to the tunes of the neck deep water,
Sing with the clouds
And find joy in every ripple.
Borders and lines,
We’ve long forgotten,
For the water taught us that,
Our lamenting voices
and our cries of hunger
seem no different from each others’.
That we live human,
And die human;
Human and not more,
Is what the deluge made us understand.
So, when you would say
That nature’s fury destroyed everything
Our voices of protest will reverberate
With great vigor and valor
Than yours.
For with the deluge, nature has sown the seeds,
Of a better and more equal world.
This and no more.
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