The streets were festooned for the great eve,
The welcoming of another year of wonders,
With colours, shapes and odours strewn along
And variegated crackers in bursts of rapture.
Hardly had the songs and colours had their day
Than a huge deluge was lowered by the skies
With Noah and his Ark nowhere in sight
And soaking to their skins the city folks.
The dailies reported a flash flood
Perhaps for things lost in a flash
But it was not the first of its kind
For the oblivious city buffered so far.
Yet it was hard as nature zeroed in
With losses sheer and future dire,
But I leave my city for a while
To consider my brethren in the dark.
In queer Indian jungles and obscure hills
Women and children forever slog
To hold the thatch over their prone heads
And keep their sunken floors dry for a sleep.
Plight doesn’t pacify in plight
And losers find no solace
In tales of a worse mishap
That shattered a man or men manifold.
Yet it would do good to note
That another man’s grief is no mote,
And this lesson as a year transits
Should bring less disquiet
And more of peace.