By Madhu Srivastaw
Corona cries all around
Amphan raged destruction
Yet I am me
Living on day to day
Settling my daily scores
Domestic, parental chores
Transferred money to PM fund
Gave food to beggar that came home
Wrote a poem or two
As Amphan screeched it’s belly out
Wrenching people’s life in tears
Rendered roofless by a spat of wind
Precious trees breathing life
Uprooted, broken, lying low
Immersed in darkness of night
With cyclone screaming raging rife
I kept the kids with me in bed
Diverting them in singing sprees
My mother with her heart in mouth
Kept her fingers clasped in prayers!
It diminished slowly…flew apart
Taking away our comforts fast
Electricity snapped; network gone
At least we had our homes intact
Yet we cribbed, sulked, complained
Though hundreds had lost their homes
Torn apart by Amphan’s fury
Coastal areas lost their lives
Electric poles all headlong down
Uprooted shrivelled trees abound
Government help haplessly seek
Only God can save us now
As though Corona was not enough
He sent Amphan to double the dread!
Madhu Sriwastav is Assistant Professor of English. She is based in Kolkata. She is a poet, translator, critic and reviewer. She has published poems in various national and international journals and anthologies. She has performed poetry in several poetry festivals. She writes on anything that touches her. She is working on her upcoming book of poems.
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Realistic portrayals of pains and wretchedness people undergo, corona followed by Amphan. Kudos.
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