The Song Of A Disaster Poem by Pijush Biswas

Rain and rain; thence, disaster came
As half a month, thoroughly, day and night
The shadowy loop of death, unrest, made lame
Their native land, until they fight
For those which they hold to live in;
But could they little measure!
How fast the giant could have been
Or, left unwealthy and unassure.

'Twas 2000's, and summoned to be deep
In fire, or rain, or shinning sun
That, infact, a million had to weep
And could not run about the dun;
The fire kept no words, though the rain
Had daunted them.Later, went on-
Just to have, woe and wholesome pain
Living plants, living animals, properties gone.

Nilu, had a little house, stiffly stalked
Yet had an omen upon it, that all-
His father's tomb, was further not talked
His dear Litchi tree, had a call;
Only the despair and horror of days
Meanwhile, churned his brain
And the indear flood, blocked alleys
For living, or him to disdain.

Until all a neighbouring had been
Pitiful, affectionate to one another
Sorrow stirred them to ween
'Where to live? ' or, 'Who will them bear? '
It had not a petty amount to disperse
And I fear it be my witness
So, I write it round about my verse
That may come upon them a bless.



06/30/2016
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[ Published in his self-published book "Some Suitable Words", in 2018]