Floods... - Poem by Ananya Guha
And then floods
catch us unaware
enters rooms, houses
It happens to them
whose houses are rickety
money, wealth rickety.
We wash our hands off- floods.
Don't be so cocky
Don't be so snooty
Don't you know it is natural disaster
especially in this nation, nay world
Wash your hands
Wash your feet
Pray so that you may understand.
Relief material has been sent
the leader has taken a copter
a circuitous route
Actually saw it through looking glasses
I will be damned if me obtuse as ever
could see through myopic lenses!
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