Get
me a bucket of water,
Back
from fatiguing work,
wished
to wash,
mud
smeared hands,
Totally
tired,
yet a smile clung to lips,
at
least a job,
A
road making, in d’ hill slopes,
any damn
work, a ray of hope
Cutting
trees, scooping, digging,
dredging
and earth leveling,
He’s
engaged,
to
assist heavy machines,
A
livelihood till d’ work’s on
no
worries for a short span,
Wages
paid daily at day break
no
words in stock, to thank God,
Cleaned
soiled body parts,
got
in to his thatched hut
A tiny
lamp’s dim light,
life appears quiet tough
Children
trying homework,
unfinished
task yet enough
assured
to buy a solar lamp,
a dire need for study comfort
No queries
any further,
“Awaited
some great news”,
his
wife told,
pointing
at d’ dark clouds
A rain
adjudged auspicious,
good
showers,
After
dinner,
over
d’ thatch spread out,
a plastic sheet cover
To avert
a leak,
during heavy rain,
a restful
sleep,
after d’ diurnal strain
If
work goes on,
for
a couple of months,
thatch
to be replaced,
with leak proof asbestos
Woes
ought to reduce,
dreams
started flying high,
prayed
with folded hands,
gazing
towards d’ dark sky
Good
days ahead not to worry,
went
to sleep d’ whole family
Total
village in sleep,
surroundings
utterly quiet,
rain
unstoppable,
poured entire night
Felled
trees, hurt earth,
a
loose soil seepage,
caused
an abrupt land slide,
Sweet
dreams devastated,
high
hopes buried,
valued
dwellings vanished,
beneath vast debris
Rescue
team reached,
early
next morning,
to
locate if any,
human soul surviving
But
it’s only,
heaps of soil and debris
engulfed
all humans,
even
d’ domestics
Media
men, politicians gathered,
deforestation,
earth
digging ignored
For
d’ ghastly tragedy,
human ventures never blamed,
2 comments:
nice sir
nice sir
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