The land that once was famous for worship
Has few villages, houses and inmates,
Now steeped in misery and great hardship,
As rain and flood-waters slowly abates!
A giant cloud-burst changed the mountain-sides,
As flood swept buildings, roads and people down,
And thousands got buried under landslides
Of mud and boulders, corpses still unkown!
Once-vibrant land in ruins now remains!
What wrath of God has come upon this place?
What Nature’s fury got unleashed by rains!
When will the smile return to this old face?
Have mercy God on human beings, Oh!
The Maker does some things you never know.
What was once vibrant and green. Brown muddy water turns. For lack of preparation runs the color off. Kind people and their dreams.....iip
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Dear John, Your sonnet beautifully captures the natural catastrophe that was unleashed on Uttaranchal by the raw force of nature. It also questions the role of God. If you find, time, you may go through my poems/sonnets and post your valuable comments.