Rain-battered city limps to normalcy;
The rain had caught the people unawares;
The heavy rain has hit the common man;
Inundated lies many places still.
The misery of people continues;
The rain keeps pouring without any lull;
The winter’s cold is adding to their woes;
The rain-water has mixed with drain-water!
The tales of suffering are heart-rending;
A lot of families have lost everything;
The flood has washed away beloved ones;
Diseases stalk the health of people poor.
The damage caused is incalculable;
The aftermath – unimaginable;
All people must unite to heal the wounds;
The love of neighbors is being tested.
The rains may be a blessing in disguise;
Empathy blooms in every Indian heart;
The world is heading to togetherness;
The basic needs of life must all be met.
Prayers will touch the heart of Almighty;
The God who cares for all will rain His grace;
Perhaps, He wants souls to be more upright;
The life-giver will not take lives with ease.
A re-birth of the city will take place;
Citizens will be more responsible;
Love and kindness unites the rich and poor;
Crestfallen faces will soon smile and laugh.
O God, we thank you for the rains you gave;
O God, we pray for health of people all;
O God, give back the wealth some people lost;
O God, console, comfort those affected.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-12-2015
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