Recreating From T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Recreating From T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land
(The Aftermath of The World War And Its trail of Destruction)

What the thunder said
In the arid, sterile waste land
Da, Da, Da
With the black clouds gathered
Over Himavant,
Datta, Dayadhavam, Damyata,
Give, compassion, control
Waiting for a downpour and cloudburst
For a vegetation, resurrection
Washing the sins of the Sagar sons
And Bhagirath,
Om shantih shantih shantih.