The Deluge

 They watched the God and His poignant smile;

And the face of disaster, so cruel, so brutal.

Floating corpses their eyes met with

With the foul smell of dread

And helpless wails of a hundred voices

Tearing the heavens ruthlessly apart

To beg for the last speck of mercy;

To kindle the last drop of tear.

The skies kept showering tears

Not showing a scintilla of fatigue;

With the lives below fighting to breathe

Asking nature questions.

Through the hungry waters they struggled forward

Pulling up bodies, their eyes soaked in fear

With trembling lips, chanting names.

A strange shade of fear that was;

A fear of finding a known face, afloat lifeless.

Screaming out names never stopped,

Yet hopes of life went bleaker.

The sky kept rumbling over them,

Telling satiation was still far from over;

While the frightened little girl groped

For her mother's cold fingers;

While the helpless man howled

Over his child, pale and cold.