When Nature shows its wrath,
It cripples all the growth,
Man fails and Science is not so bold
To check Earthquakes or to hold the bolt,
In my country also flood creeps,
At dawn the water is low and at dusk it is deep,
Tempestuous fortune displays its malice;
It tosses buildings and spreads a plight,
High and low both weep,
And for their sake our leaders plead,
Helicopters fly and from up they fling,
Food packets, clothes and other things,
Rich and reliable often show a flinch,
To accept the same and fleer those things,
For penniless and orphans these are Gala days,
Which provide them fun, frolic and play,
They roar and clap to see those aircrafts
Which hurl packets and so many clothes,
Alas, what will happen when floods will lower,
And helicopters won’t shower,
Blankets, food packets, clothes and and and…