Dried was the river

For two years or so

Cracked was the earth

With not a plant to grow

Sad was the farmer

With nothing to survive

Dead was his mother

With hunger and strive

BUT!!

Suddenly showered the rain

Heavily as ever as if it

Wouldn’t stop again

Pouring down and pouring down

With the people’s universal shout

Ready were the farmers with their plough

Their wives visited the temple

Before the god to bow.

With water was the river filled

And green were the fields

Yes! Filled was the river with water

The days were gone which were hotter

But Alas!!

The village was in destruction

Flood! Yes flood, was the reason.

Earlier it was drought

But now it was flood

Earlier it was thirst

Now it was the worst.

Sunk were the cattle,

Drained were the trees.

She saw her son going

But couldn’t save him from drowning.

Journalists had matters to write

And politicians had reasons to fight.

All were bothered about the flood,

The trees, cattle, and houses made of mud.

But who cared about the humans there?

Who sat and heard their prayers?

Before the elections all made promises

Now who looked back on those cases?

Died o’er thousands of them

Just because of lack of water

Dying were hundreds of them

Just because of plenty of water.

So!

Is water a curse or a boon?

What’s the answer? Answer me soon!

Is it a saver? Or a destroyer?

Or just a matter to write and fight?