Disaster Poem by swati sharma

we thought rain is a gift of god
which we all enjoys a lot
but who knew that it would lead to disaster
people went to worship but they died one and after

all the places flowed away
just the temple is alright
but in the high current of stream
all the devotees died

all the places filled with dead bodies
some lost their friends some lost their relatives
girls and women who used to make food
now for funeral they collected wood

dead bodies were all around
no body was alive found
homes shop everything lost away
nothing left in uttarakhand only temple is on its way

people who saw this scene
now they cant sleep properly
the time they closes eyes
these scenes starts moving fastly

oh my God what should i think
is it your love that their was a high stream
tell me what was their fault
is to meet you was their dream

oh my god oh my dear lord
why did this happened what was their mistake
hope all things be fine soon
hope uttarakhand will soon awake