Wayanad landslides,
How deadliest can be it a natural calamity
Striking us dumbfounded and we standing speechless
Before the things happening, taking place
And feeling outwitted to explain it all,
How did it,
Is it a man-made crisis
Or natural
Or it a meteorological consequence,
The hamlets deciphered,
People missing and killed
In landslides, spill of mud and soiled water
Falling across,
Cascading boulders and it all,
How could it be,
Unimaginable, unthinkable it is
To think of history, geography,
Cartography, its topography
In terms of human inhabitation, impact of climate change,
Encroaches made upon,
How can the spill and litter of mass and matter
Change the course of a river,
How helpless is man before the wrath of Nature
Which seems to be so calm and serene sometimes?
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