In The Troublesome Water Poem by Pallab Chaudhury

Crossing the aqueous path of life
With heels submersed;
If the level crosses the knee,
I'd surely be a flood victim…

During each rainy season, the streets of the ward
Turn into Buckingham Canal.

Could you hear the breaking news of embankment-collapse?

No. It's water logging;
No body considers me as a flood victim.

At no time, a single relief boat has come
With an eye-catching banner.

And,
There is no such expectation too….


(Dated: 18-09-2017) .