Leaflets From My Life - 26th July 2005 Mumbai Floods 3 Poem by Geeta Radhakrishna Menon
Leaflets From My Life - 26th July 2005 Mumbai Floods 3
The next day, almost mid-day,
My husband and I, slowly ventured downstairs.
The water that had risen high, up to nine feet height
Inside the house, during the high tide period at night,
Had calmed down and retreated to four feet by morning.
But still, knee deep water occupied the ground floor.
Our wooden door refused to open!
After much pushing with force, the door opened,
When a big wave of water sprang out in great speed,
Attacking and throwing us off our balance!
It was not sea water or rain water alone,
But stinking, dirty drainage water as well!
As we entered the house,
The sight that met us was devastating.
The horror of the wreckage was unimaginable!
We were so shocked that we just stood staring
At the things destroyed, damaged beyond recognition.
No more a home now! It resembled a war field!
It was a big jolt for us!
We just stood stunned at the havoc caused.
We felt crippled, disabled and helpless!
It had taken so many years for us to make a home
From a house of just walls, windows and doors!
All gone in a flash with this unpredictable, nasty floods!
An Autobiographical Poem
It had taken so many years for us to make a home From a house of just walls, windows and doors! All gone in a flash with this unpredictable, nasty floods! So very very imaginable these Mumbai Floods, those were haunting nights and days.
In 2005, such heaviest happenings are never wiped out of our memory, in this case it is our own home, reminding me of the recent floods in Germany and South Limburg and East Belgium
Whatever be, nonstop floods are very very disastrous when this concerns own home, the ravage is greatest, all the stinking dirt of the water flowing inside the house
Your poem gives the reader the greatest waterdisaster Mumbai ever had, and the ravage biggest, heaviest and no end to see during those Mumbai Floods when the monsoon rains never seemed to stop.
5 Stars Fullest on Top for this heaviest waterdisaster in Mumbai 2005. So marvelously worded. I appreciate highest this sequel 3 of the Autobiographical Poem
I can see it all happening before me, I have become completely silent, such a most violent event.
I can totally envision this poem about those Mumbai floods July 2005. What a great water disaster! dr. Geeta, you have articulated these fierce and anxious moments so eloquently,
A heaviest waterdisaster in Mumbai, the floods in 2005 on the 6th of July, your words in this poem are so punctually chosen, that we as the readers can still imagine all these as it were still happening!
We felt crippled, disabled and helpless! It had taken so many years for us to make a home From a house of just walls, windows and doors! All gone in a flash with this unpredictable, nasty floods! Cited from your last stanza
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 12:47:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very sD.After years if toiling to make a home, sudfenly ine fine dsy when the devastating floods wash out sll the hard-earned materials of our dream home it us very unbearable.I too came across the dame experience in 2018 Kerala gloods.So can understand the pain of the losses underwent.