Chennai Flood: Scene 1 Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The rushing water into the homes,
those are built with warm Cash flame,
Dried out are the lakes for decades,
the children are born with no surprise,

When the water touched the feet,
the living room laden with Indian carpet,
before the dozen winks of moisturized eyes,
it reached the chest, and the human fled to top,

Time had passed and the running water rose,
the parents hearts bleeded and the kids scared,
no help had arrived and they fled to the second,
floor that have no roof, stranded, stranded,

The God of rain not merciful, but poured,
The helpless human stood there for days,
no food, no water in the failed rotten state,
where the system has no place, corruption rules,

People wanted to be plucked out soon,
no helicopter arrived with magic boon,
Has the middle class realized the harm,
out of selfishness and ignorance of their own?