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?
A commendably dispassionate and apposite take on the most recent catastrophe.
Vivid Portrayal of the recent deluge in God’s own country! Well done Vijay!
vignettes of flood-stricken hard life, resuscitated with beautiful images of the girl and the boy,