It was a normal day
There’re no clouds
Or was there any weather alert
Notwithstanding, a total
Deluge took place
What irresistible, fierce force
Of nature was at work, is still a puzzle!
The unexpected flood washed away
All her belongings; the flood stayed put
What heavy rainfall in that distant arid zone
Might have caused the flood gush down
To submerge her and her habitat, she knows not
It’s almost a creek-flood; an abrupt tidal wave
All her spaces ran over
Not a moment of breather for her
To regularize those relentless currents
That descended as if at midnight
She believed it’s a permanent flood—
And even learnt to swim in the choppy waters—
It’s then, as unexpectedly as it gushed,
The swooping waters began to ebb
Not all at once like when it flooded;
S...l...o...w...l...y...!
Like a foetus in a punctured bag
Of amniotic fluid, she gasped and struggled
Vulnerable and wheezing
She now measures the length
And breadth of the saline fallow
The flood had left behind
A panting nightmare!
A nightmarish experience as Nature plays havoc at an unexpected time and manner unpredicted! A real deluge of beautiful imagination! ! Enjoyed! !
Man faces nature's fury with faith and fortitude. Plight of people under flash flood conditions beckoning all help that can be extended is described. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The end of the struggle is sometimes the beginning of a long sorrow as if one wakes up panting after a nightmare... this is the story of the relentless currents of life faced and handled with faith, fortitude and strife, especially by a woman, Being your regular reader, the first impression of the poem that i received is that these days you are undergoing some struggle, as is natural with everyone, and almost all your recent poems are conceived and composed in feminist vein...i would like to quote a few lines from The Mill On The Floss where: Maggie Tulliver seized an oar and began to paddle the boat forward with the energy of wakening hope: the dawning seemed to advance more swiftly, now she was in action...! ! ! Your poems about woman are not about woman in distress, but the woman in action in distress! ! !