Dazzling dawn with drizzling all around.
Much greener it looked-
as dirt and dust get pristine.
The falling droplets cuddling the earth,
Diffusing a magnificent smell.
The smell that flag off monsoon.
As days passing, it downpours everywhere.
The thirsty globe sipped it up-
Pleasantly filling the belly.
Her quenched thirst-
made the remaining stagnant.
We frolicked, as it seems like a pond.
Enjoyed fishing, swimming and sailing.
Lamentably, elation didn’t last longer.
The endless rain with no time-
Changed the pond into a lake.
Not knowing the boundaries, we panicked.
For us it was an epiphany.
The lakes, ponds and rivers-
overflowed with ecstasy.
Those days are gone, but still alive-
in the core of every single Keralite.
It rained unpredictably-
raising the water to highest capacity.
On that catastrophic night,
They were compelled to unbolt-
those shutters that withheld cataclysm.
The impounded water gushed out-
ferociously engulfing everything in deluge.
Beauteous homes with life and soul,
Drowned in water ruthlessly.
Some collapsed and some endured.
Those days are gone but not forgotten.
Joyous homes with love and laughter,
Abandoned with weeping hearts.
Hopeless mobs woefully moved-
To relief camps provided.
Some among were not ready to evict,
Soon got isolated with no hopes-
and the fear of departure.
Authorities lend a hand-
but not enough to save.
Soon hit the realization-
there are no saviors other than us.
Our hearts murmured,
“We are one and shortly we thrive”.
Boundaries of cast, creed and colour-
vanished into thin air.
With joined hands and caring hearts,
They came with motor boats-
evacuated many of us.
With immense love, they donated food and clothes.
Those days are gone but still recalled.
There came the crack of dawn-
with blazing rays of hope.
The rain perceived,
Together we are undefeatable, hence receded.
Our dwelling with dreams-
Now with clay and silt.
Many we lost, oneness we gained.
Together we stood, together we thrived-
together we resurrected and together-
we rebuilt our Kerala.