Flooding Poem by Geetha Jayakumar

Drizzling of rain
Spreading aroma of earth
Feel like dancing in rain
Cooling the mind and the body.
Enjoying the rain.

Remembering the day of flooding

The rain continued pouring
for the second day.
I went out in the rain as usual
with colourful umbrella in hand
the gusty wind came dashing
and took away my umbrella.

Meanwhile heavy downpour started
and roads not visible
as water was logged in.

Bus came at the bustop
I jumped in to it.
Carrying a dozen of passengers
the bus began moving ahead.

The speed of the bus
was as low as that of bicycle.
Still it crawled and
sudden came to halt
in the midst of the road
where no one around
surrounded by water.

We saw the water level reached
upto the one step of bus
then the heavy rainfall water
added it more.
as the water entered the bus
all passenger climbed to the
roof of the bus.
It was midnight now
and more than 6hrs
we got stuck inside the bus.

The downpour of rain continued
and the water level reached the window
of the bus.
Our network was down
and no one could be contacted
but one message we sent successfully
and waited patiently for
the rescue team to come
and save us.

The bus began to shake
we all got panicked
as no one knows the swimming.
Praying God
we waited patiently.

Morning we got up
finding that we all are alive
but our eyes were searching
for help.
The cloudburst was so strong
that we couldnt see anyone.

Finally by evening,
we were so happy that
One rescue team arrived on boat
though the rainfall have stopped by afternoon,
but water logging continued.

finally 24hours stuck in bus
was a terrible experience
which is remembered on
every 26/7 which washed away Mumbai.

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© 2014.

Geetha Jayakumar.