In hundreds and thousands
Thronged there visitors and pilgrims
Little they thought their life is doomed
Uttarakhand the paradise on earth
With serene mountains and sacred temples
Beautiful surroundings and breathtaking scenery
Attracted tourists and pilgrims all alike
Year after year increased influx of visitors and devotees
Pilgrimage and pleasant trips pilfered the nature
Tunnels dug in mountains houses allowed on edges of rivers
Sights were set clearly on income from tourism
All were fine till the skies opened up
Not in drops but in streams poured the rains
Nature betrayed, rivers strayed into new paths
Mountains caved in houses swept away
Mighty rocks moved down slush and sand settled on
Resulting in causalities beyond any imagination
Three to four days roared there the hunger and anger
Dazed and demoralized victims waited for help
Water and water everywhere but no drinking water
Aghast and taken aback authorities finally acted upon
Little they thought of Nature’s fury in such magnitude
Pressed into service the ever dependable Indian army
Against all the odds braving all the risks
Plunged into action our disciplined soldiers
A sigh of relief both for authorities and affected
Trapped are in hostile and inaccessible lands
Cut off roads curtailing the movements
Laudable are the services the army is rendering
The whole country is saluting their commitment
Hundreds are rescued bringing back some smiles
Fate of thousands hang in suspense till the truth unfolded
we are forgetting that God is within us, Nature is doing its work but we are forgetting everything, It is nature's fury I do admit. But we are not in a position to control nature, let us just understand and go within. I love your poems.
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You gave a fair account of the disaster and the rescue operation. All devotees go with great belief. Little they thought of Nature’s fury in such magnitude. The magnitude is unimaginable reality. You described the events with clarity in a neat poem.