Bihar Floods: A Wave of Apathy

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Water and water all around,

still, I can see their pain.

I can see their misery,

but no amount of ink can describe their apathy.

Grieving eyes, all hopes lost;

shattered dreams, sobbing in a corner.

It was the monsoon flood,

snatching their happiness annually.

People of the nearby village

had left their homes

and were staying beside the railway track

since their huts were teeming with the deluge.

Children were sitting in silence;

the glitter of their eyes had faded.

Their schools were harmed

and they were left in the dark.

Women were cooking food

on a bench amidst the flood,

carrying their newly born babies

with a single hand.

An old man was sitting in disguise,

holding his head in his hands,

looking at the drowned crops

which were their only sources of livelihood.

Their world got clustered

within a square foot;

they were hoping for a speedy end to the flood,

yet mourning over its return.

Because it was the Bihar flood,

snatching their happiness annually.

By-

Ragini Kumari

Political Science Honours

Second Year

[Edited by Malayka Singh and Mehak Aggarwal

Art Curated by Mehak Aggarwal and Kirti Mondal]