The Flood

From where I stand
All I see is a sea of maskless faces
Whose homes are now
 
Water-clogged memories in the endless rain–
Somewhere, shutters have been opened
To help dams in distress.
 
Land slides through people’s lives–
Trees disappear overnight–
A road turns into a hungry river
 
With a board sticking out like a sore thumb:
”Junction Ahead. Go Slow”–
A man becomes a human bridge
 
As women step on his back
To climb into a rescue boat–
Hope rows, Hope whirs.
 
A young girl glows, carrying her dog
In a vessel, balanced
On top of her head
 
And a young boy, knee-deep in water,
Executes, with a smile,
A perfect reverse somersault–
 
Who can ever doubt again that
God is not a fisherman
In His Own Country?
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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

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