Monsoon Of 1998 Poem by abu tarek md tahsin

The evening is quiet, the streets quieter
Today amongst in May
The flowers blossom, here by the road
Where my mother used to stay.

Where I grew, years and years
Since that deadly monsoon of 1998

The trees still shiver
The flowers still do look away
As I speak of that deadly monsoon day.

Waves as high as the sky
Came down on us that day
And the trees and the stars
All bid us farewell
On that deadly monsoon day.

The coastal storm
Battered us
Each and every way.

And nothing stood still
In its way.

They took my mother
They took my sister
And many did lose that day
To that monsoon of 1998.