October Rains Poem by Vij Moh

A few drops fall or none at all
It plays hide and seek with the clouds
And nature blooms at its very best
The air is heavy, the earth smells nice
Its wet, wet around and the heat is down
Umbrellas and raincoats out of their graves
The Met Department is back to life
Forecasting for all from day to night

The flow is joy, it flows with ease
When the flow is a torrent, it wrecks your peace
BMP and CMC's, all they do is wait and see
Swollen gutters, overflowing lakes
Submerged houses, potholed roads
Fallen trees and electricity poles
A life snuffed out in a whirlpool drain
And all they do is play the blame game

How will we ever be able to commute?
Home to office and back again
RTO's are all geared up now
To issue boating licenses in town
So much water it puts Venice to shame
Now all the fish swim in the drain
Our politician's do they ever care
Is the people's voice muted or low?

Our netas go on a visiting tour
Fact finding mission is what they call
With family and friends to Singapore
Dubai and Switzerland will be next too
Shopping and hopping they come back home
And promise to make a report very soon
Public money goes down the drain
For our netas it's all a gain

IT companies threatening to relocate
People, NGO's asked to donate
The centre is lobbied for some aid
Finally, hundred crores of aid released
Shelter and food too late received
They say the rain gods are to blame
How many more lives, how many more rains
Will Bangalore ever be the same again?