Those days lacked luster, at its unfolding,
When the drizzle transfigured to a downpour.
Went on through day and night and day and night,
Until water gushed into the streets and homes.
The farmlands and homes abandoned.
All richness and grandeur eluded.
The divine resource on earth, no more divine.
But turned to be a rogue, as destined.
The state fell apart, insecure and petrified,
Flocking rescue homes around.
But we ain’t broken, we ain’t worn out.
We rose above the unsurpassed,
Into inimitable sentient beings of all times.
And the rest of the eventuality, in the news of the globe.
”The unseen calamity of the century.” they said.
”Rising water levels, Dams opened”
No resources, unmet needs, and chaos all around.
But united we stood across caste, creed, and race,
In Our God’s Own Country.
