Floods... Poem by Ananya Guha

And then floods
catch us unaware
flash
enters rooms, houses
lightning strikes.
It happens to them
whose houses are rickety
life rickety
money, wealth rickety.
We wash our hands off- floods.
Don't be so cocky
Don't be so snooty
Don't you know it is natural disaster
especially in this nation, nay world
of flyover?

Wash your hands
Wash your feet
Pray so that you may understand.


Understand?
Relief material has been sent
the leader has taken a copter
a circuitous route
and saw
the floods.


Actually saw it through looking glasses
I will be damned if me obtuse as ever
could see through myopic lenses!