After The Floods

Cracked castles are in dilemma. whether to fall or stand Waters whirl like a lake and sea, with a lean sign of land. Among the carcasses of beasts lie humans, as though mixed In destiny's destructive force, nature remains transfixed. Swarms of insects strive for existence. Will they all outlast? Ants carry a dead snakelet in procession, unasked. Do dogs, cats, goats, and cows think that they're in a swimming pool? Aren't they on their final journey, though the water is cool? Blessed are the rescuers, who risk their lives to save others. To leave one to die or to save them, they have their druthers. It's due these that the catastrophes of nature get humbled. The fanfaronade of death and its decay get crumbled The flood is like autumn. With its waters, it flows and fades. Doesn’t the drought-flood scene have been enacted like sun and shades? Vegetation sprouts with renewed vigour, power and strength. Meadows, orchids, and orchards spread out to an unseen length.