The Flood
Smiling cities, laughing cities.
The flood came, speaking in loud voices.
Rushing and gushing, taking over houses.
Flagrant abusing the law of gravity,
going up not coming down.
The flood, overflowing the banks,
crossing the bridges,
running over canals,
toping the streams.
The flood came,
a running water.
The flood,
assembles rivers, builds oceans.
A running water, an agent of submerge.
Just like a riverbank, items deposited.
Who knows what is buried beneath the flood?
Who knows?
Not in a hurry to forget ‘Rita’,
Nor to forget Katrina.
What a tsunami?
The flood, a volcano of water eruption,
sinking deep in peoples life.
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