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| The flooded street and neighbor's garden from this week's rain |
The walls feel cold
As earth feels colder
Taps run mountain stream
The wind blows its chillness
Want no air conditioner
Depression departed
The water recedes, yet wetness
The monsoon isn't over
And we already overdone;
The excess goes to sea, flooding shores
And stagnation troubles citizens;
Unnoticed critters come out
Defines life and trouble
Media scares what was normal
Too much is human desire;
And he falls prey to his own error.
11 comments:
Nice poetry, Jeevan. Hope the flooding recedes so people can get around.
...a monsoon is something that is difficult for me image!
Creative writing about such devastation ~ glad you are safe ~ namaste,
Living in the moment,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
Perfect poem for the weather now. Bangalore is at 17° to 28°c now
Water everywhere with heavy rains. Great photo.
Hello,
The weather sounds frightful, glad you are safe!
Take care, stay well! Have a great new week!
I would say your poem describes the feel very well, but having never been in a monsoon, I am not speaking from exerience.
Good poem. Rain is good but not when it floods.
Nicely written from your feelings. India is having Wintry temperature now all the way to the south.
Hello Jeevan,:=) Good poem to describe the devastation of the monsoon. I know you are on second floor and safe, but hope the water recedes for the people on the ground floor, and that life goes back to normal. It sounds cold there. Take care, and stay warm.
An expressive poem. I like it, even in its sorrow.
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