Monsoon’s fury

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’

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