The Maleficent Monsoon Poem by Dakshat Rasaily

Oh dear monsoon, oh lovely monsoon how have you been so malicious stampeding millions of lives as you come forward encompassed with a rage so unbelievably ferocious. How have you been able to transcend thousands and hundreds of aspirations and hopes into a gargantuan debris? . People's life oh! the dear people's life have been transmuted into a story of absolute futility with an experience so horrendous so terribly true. Ah! the poor man's bread have vanished into behemoth darkness for a long long time. God oh! God how will hisfamily sustain the days of abject misery and nightmares. A poor child's dreams of continuing her school playing a content lifewith wooden toys have been washed ashore to the farthest of land where he or she might find it astronomical tough to attend .The children oh! poor children trudge in ragamuffin statewith a famished stomach.A mother's helplessness in being unable tofeed her children, a father's frantic hunt for food melts your heart.He looks up in the sky and mutters few words as if be complains to God about his family's abysmal condition. Creatures with innocuous nature groans and moans in absolute hunger and pain, they imagine with tears in the eyes how their life of contentment have been superseded by a miserable and a tearjerker one. Monsoon oh! dear Monsoon you can witness the elephantine annihilations that you have left behind. A thousand, oh! yes a thousand famished mouths to feed, a hundred conditions to ameliorate. Humans, helpless humans, wander like vagabonds in absolute consternation.They are unable to fathom how a life of peace and tranquility transcended into a subterfuge. Monsoon oh! dear Monsoon you can assuageyour rage, you can mitigate the armageddon that you are bringing with you. Monsoon hope you will put a brake to your maleficent acts taking a pity on the helpless humans like us.