Now the hills tremble
I crash down the slopes
My roots writhing in much pain
As the dancing water
Forces itself to freedom
Scatters everything from
-the warm motherly hug of earth.
Rivers take to new destinations
Mud paints the houses anew
In the colour of earth
Her long rejected care;No more redeemed.
Man tries to envelope in the safety
Of his newly made systems.
I drift through his balconies
With a bruised trunk
The towns rip me apart
Roots thrown on the seashore
River’s fury now fizzles
As she cuddles upon the ocean’s bosom.
Sun dries the fractured root; moulds it
Into an artist’s freed vision
Now decorates the hall where experts
Talk on ‘ Monsoon in Climate Change’