Heavens open, water pours
Rushes past, rivers, fields and lakes;
Rivers that bare brunt of greed -unequal
Lost its mud, soil soul and drive.

               Fields once thrived-paddy and pride
               Pardon the disdain for nature and law
               Nature in bounty blessed this land
                Dressed in green, flowers and fruits.

The folklore, the poem people will sing
Extolled, expanded in good enterprise-
God’s own country in beauty and wealth
Good measures in equal abundance.

              Heavens open, the water gushes in
              Rushes in- temples, mosques and church
              Lost life, glory and pomp- now abandoned
               Houses drenched surrendered in silence.

The heavens open, rushes in torrents; torments
Gods-men holy and pious now well exposed
Water always keeps it level-levels everything
Dares the magician, mocks the prognosticator.

            My tear drops mingle with rain water
            Lends it sadness, saltiness for eons
            Mocks my sullen sad-stricken face
            Numbs my feet, heart and soul for ages..

The wise, fool, rich and the poor cry alike;
What have I done to deserve ignominy?
Expressed, exposed the agonizing past
 Stricken remorse-Inhumanity surrenders