Cries Of Destruction Poem by Akhil Singh Pundir

Is anybody hearing my sorry cries,
Sacred Ganges and blood is in my eyes.

I am the victim of the unexpectation,
Victim of prayers and struggles by nation.

I had suffered a lot this time,
To express my condition I have no rhyme.

Due to god's will I am in pain,
But govt. is playing games of loss and gain.

My beauty and heritage is all gone,
Due to human activities I am not disaster prone.

Here's Flood, Cloud burst and Tsunami's depression,
And I am left with only grief and mourning sessions.

Being lively and joyful is it a crime,
So why I am left with dead bodies in a line.

Thousand's souls left to heaven from my heart,
Their death's are yet silent unjustified apart.

Whether its nature's anger for humans task,
In what hell I had passed? Nobody's wanna ask.

I am holy Uttrakhand want my reconstruction,
Seeking happiness and joy from cries of destruction.