The Darkness At Noon - Revised
First Version - (Posted 5/11/14)
Towards the end of late morning,
As noon was approaching,
And people went about their usual chores
A mighty rush of water
Swept them right off their feet.
No one knew what was happening,
Innocent children drowned
Into the deep depths of the water..
Waves crashed furiously -
The happiness and joys of the morning
Were now plunged into darkness.
There were enormous cloud bursts -
The cause of devastating floods,
Natural landslides,
Gradually spreading like wildfire
To other peaceful areas.
A great statue that once stood tall,
Was submerged up to the neck,
Some survivors clung to it for support,
Trying to locate their lost families,
Others looking for logs of woods
For getting themselves to safety -
The happiness and joys of the morning,
Were now plunged into darkness.
Several villages were sunk,
Others were lost forever,
Thousands of creatures died,
Buildings collapsed - Crashing over vehicles..
Which were to be destroyed by the mighty, strong currents.
The reason for this disaster
Which started off at noon,
Is still unclear to us –
Was Mother Nature upset
Because we disrespect her?
Was She shedding tears
To teach humans a lesson?
Second Version - (All suggestions used)
Towards the end of late morning,
As noon was approaching,
And people went about their usual chores
A mighty rush of water
Swept them off their feet.
No one knew what was happening,
Frightened children drowned
Into the depths of the water..
Waves crashed furiously -
The happiness and joys of the morning
Now plunged into darkness.
There were enormous cloud bursts -
The cause of devastating floods,
Natural landslides,
Gradually spreading like wildfire
To other peaceful areas.
Few stood rooted in their places,
Too stunned to move,
Staring into the deep, wide crack on the split ground..
The happiness and joys of the morning
Now plunged into darkness.
Monstrous waves trashed about,
Mercilessly swallowing every helpless body
That dared to stay in their paths..
Every face in the area was panic-stricken,
Not knowing what their fate was -
Whether they would survive...
Or not.
A great statue that once stood tall,
Was submerged up to the neck,
Some survivors clung to it for support,
Trying to locate their lost families,
Others looking for logs of wood
For getting themselves to safety -
The happiness and joys of the morning
Now plunged into darkness.
Fatal waters uprooted trees with such ease..
Taking them along dangerous paths...
To destruction....
The reason for this disaster
Which started off at noon,
Still remains concealed to us,
I hope to know it soon -
Did Mother nature feel upset,
Because of human’s disrespect?
And is that why she took the lives
Of those we now hope to resurrect?
Note: This is about the flood/disaster that occurred in the Northern part of India in 2013.
Thanks to Tim Smith for recommending that I use this poem for the workshop!
All suggestions given used
Originally posted 5/11/14
Copyright © Sneha Rv | Year Posted 2015
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