Cataclysm...
When Ganga recklessly
Overflowed through Shiva's tresses
Submerging Lord Himself
Cataclysm...
when Shiva floats
Blissfully in the fatal waters
Cataclysm...
when people were the props
In Ganga's dance of death
Cataclysm...
when death stopped by
To gather its booty
Along the banks
Cataclysm...
when the earth caved in
To fold human life into
Its unknown niches
Cataclysm...
when mountains rolled
Down the unprepared earth
Cataclysm...
when life's buried under
Vast sheets if water in revolt
And crushed under boulders
Yes, cataclysm is not
An event far into future
It's here and now!
When all of them occur together it is divine disaster. Some brave people worked there to save lives. We can only pray for safety of the affected. Nice poem for attention of all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nothing escapes a sensitive mind of the poet so observant! an epic touch is lent to this modern poem!