The tremors of the torrent rain,
bellowing wind with a constant bane,
Escalating pain forming monstrous trolls,
broken dreams and restless souls.
Nature’s caper, ironic and cruel,
life in despair, a dubious world.
The homes built with affection and warmth,
All shattered and disarrayed,
The family raised embraced in love,
tossed in some transient deluge.
The aftermath of disaster so dreadful to watch,
Nurtured dreams slouched and crushed.
But then in the darkness, you see a shimmering light,
A hope taking a flight like a restless lark,
You see hands bonding with trust,
Picking scattered pieces, rebuilding dreams from dust.
People coming from all spheres of life,
Breaking shackles of language, religion, creed or cast.
Their grit said it all,
They thrive to uplift humanity,
fighting every passing squall
When compassion drives any societal reform,
the human race can withstand any passing storm.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah