Is anybody hearing my sorry cries,
Sacred Ganges and blood is in my eyes.
I am the victim of the unexpectation,
Victim of prayers and struggles by nation.
I had suffered a lot this time,
To express my condition I have no rhyme.
Due to god's will I am in pain,
But govt. is playing games of loss and gain.
My beauty and heritage is all gone,
Due to human activities I am not disaster prone.
Here's Flood, Cloud burst and Tsunami's depression,
And I am left with only grief and mourning sessions.
Being lively and joyful is it a crime,
So why I am left with dead bodies in a line.
Thousand's souls left to heaven from my heart,
Their death's are yet silent unjustified apart.
Whether its nature's anger for humans task,
In what hell I had passed? Nobody's wanna ask.
I am holy Uttrakhand want my reconstruction,
Seeking happiness and joy from cries of destruction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem