Flood Fury & Cwg 2010 Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

All the cities and villages deluged
how the life feels a languid and marooned
Floating and running for a covering,
and how life and comfort seem a rare thing
In the Flood Fury of 2010 games and life out of wing.

And how the waters gushing beat of the brain
all efforts but in drain,
in floods though all depressed and lonely,
at the fall of rain heavily
Know I not, only prays with folded and pale hands, meekly,

No joys seem –only to suffer and no hide,
All my fears are moved side by side,
cried to see the dead harvest
And death and destruction seem a common invest
In the flood fury 0f 2010 rest.

When the days of CWG 2010 are numbered,
Wake the honest souls, which are slumbered.
To a national cause holy, delight;
before the inaugural bell and lamps are light
Enter at the huge gate; to please the patriot heart.

With a slow and firm footsteps in line
Come all the players and guests divine,
March in the allotted file, in gentleness,
Wave their strong hands in righteousness,
Must branding there trace, and all in national dress.

Virtue of love lives and flood fury to flee,
Life of dignity and game of love I deem,
And, like phantoms happy and tall,
Dance upon the CWG village wall;
Shadows from sober, pious, and free fill the hall.