[An account of a flood-stricken man. Floods in Assam is an annual disaster. Although it is easily predictable, yet the state has received nothing more than relief funds. Permanent solution is required now. Reliefs are temporary and cannot replace the hurdles and pain one has to go through after the floods. Is India not capable of preventing one of the biggest disasters of the country?]
...the vans with candles and bread?
...those with clothes and pulses?
Will they return?
Hunger is not painful anymore,
more painful is how the huts disappeared
into the depths of grey ripples...
big ripples...
like waves:
in them drowned our
gods and food,
smiles for good,
chickens and bulls,
and our souls poor!
When is the poll again?
Oh! They shall shout again
names of gods and castes,
all promises on floods:
those morons, the ignorant ones!
We need no incentives.
We need no floods...
not again...
no watery graves.
We need a stable hut
that does not disappear every summer
along with our
gods and food,
faith and health,
or our souls poor!
