Coldblooded Flood Poem by Seyyed Bagher Mirshojaee

*To Pakistan's people and poets

Lands inundated by devastating, great, heavy, sudden, constant and severe floods in a mad sad summer got us
floundered flummoxed and flustered by its velocity, seriousness; acuteness; rigorousness; harshness, strictness, ruinousness, and deadliness.
The river was flooded its banks, in full flood of tears, watering widespread devastation, total destruction exposing lives to imminent risks danger, peril, jeopardy, without subsiding,
Flowing, gushing, rolling, streaming, surging over all poor parts of the world
No matter how young defenseless little children cry
And their mothers and fathers badly waiting for their smiles to hold their birthday ceremony gloriously exalted, dazzling, magnificent, marvelous, and illustrious;
Or to buy what they dreamt in their dreams.
It removes histories, stories, poems, wishes, and memories of ours
And what remains is nothing,
When water becomes mad, angry, furious, infuriated, irate, raging, enraged, fuming, blazing in a towering rage, incensed seeing red, indignantly exasperated and irritated, berserk, out of control, and beside itself;
It has no care for even the little boys and girls crying to make it salty to stop it in vain
How many photos from their walls were drawn?
How many loves got departed by means of its wrath, rage, anger, ire, bad temper, ill humor, displeasure, annoyance, indignation, exasperation, irritation, crossness, fury and irascibility?
They were fast asleep deeply, heavily and peacefully;
Children dreamt of their cartoons
Mothers to cook the best dishes
Fathers to make the most wonderful living for the family
All of a sudden
A dreadful, frightful, awful terrifying, horrifying, horrible, horrific, horrendous, terrific, harrowing, hideous, unspeakable, appalling, gruesome and grim nightmare breaks all of these dreams
Words were drawn in the deluge, cars, bicycles, watches, dolls, houses, balls, TVs, CDs, Books, poems, paintings, flowers, fruits and trees were inundated.
We are floating on water flowing towards no definite destination station, point of disembarkation, terminus end of the line, stopping-place, and port of call.
Cold blooded flood
No care for daughters who are going to be brides and sons being bridegrooms
Little lambs, calves, and chicken wish what if they had wings to escape
These words are in a stream of nature's wrath making them move to write wet moments of our eyes,
Which make me unhappy, gloomy, morose, full of grief; distressing, depressing and sorrowful.