It was only a few breaths back
Innocents, by the word's strictest sense
Men, women, children and grown ups
Stopped their cries to the divinity
For the most sacred tears to fall on their land
So precious, valued and cared about in par with life
Yet, in prying pan, for months and months!
Some power somewhere seemed heard the cry
And showered aptly, not just to wet
But to soak, seep, drain and to overflow
Day in day out, at a stretch, non-stopping
Until they had to yell again; enough! Enough!
Seemed unheard or un-noticed or overlooked
It's again a huge cry; save us! Save our lives
From floods, submergence and earth slips
Let us not be marooned, stranded, dead and lost
Was the desperate plead, to the world
It's all the same innocents, once again
Why? Why is this, punishment, as it looks?
For the wrong of whom and what
I wonder who maneuvers, life, this way!
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