Wednesday 18 November 2015

On Chennai Floods

Cold hands of miserable death
Strikes on bubbling life..
If breathing be so temporary
Why we bent on strife ?

Lifeless bodies water soaked
Dismal evening rolls by
Why does death get its share..
While life ends before time, why ?

Why has nature fumed in fury 
Why water kills, if it is life ?
Why does a mother's boy
Never return from endless drive ?

Why my city's face be written with
 Melancholy, somber and pangs of pain
Why did I ever get to see misery
Which I can never forget again .. !

Life is so precious a gift
Though sometimes ends unwrapped
He who read this cheerless poem
Know I had felt for each one, distressed !

~Manjuri~

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