indira babbellapati

Rookie - 40 Points (visakhapatnam, india)

Is this Cataclysm?


Cataclysm...
When Ganga recklessly
Overflowed through Shiva's tresses
Submerging Lord Himself
Cataclysm...
when Shiva floats
Blissfully in the fatal waters
Cataclysm...
when people were the props
In Ganga's dance of death
Cataclysm...
when death stopped by
To gather its booty
Along the banks
Cataclysm...
when the earth caved in
To fold human life into
Its unknown niches
Cataclysm...
when mountains rolled
Down the unprepared earth
Cataclysm...
when life's buried under
Vast sheets if water in revolt
And crushed under boulders

Yes, cataclysm is not
An event far into future

It's here and now!

Submitted: Saturday, June 22, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 22, 2013

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  • Rookie - 573 Points Shahzia Batool (6/27/2013 1:33:00 AM)

    nothing escapes a sensitive mind of the poet so observant! an epic touch is lent to this modern poem! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,943 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (6/23/2013 9:52:00 PM)

    When all of them occur together it is divine disaster. Some brave people worked there to save lives. We can only pray for safety of the affected. Nice poem for attention of all. (Report) Reply

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