The raging waters
Saturday, 15 September 2012
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Stung
by the scorching heat, all the souls did wither,
A
village once vivacious became dotted with parched throats and pitchers;
Catastrophic
it was to see the mutilated bodies in the grisly vestige,
Suffusing
a miasma of outrageous fear, reeking of trauma with scream and screech;
All
the activities thwarted in this ephemeral yet abysmal consternation,
Intensifying
the sufferings of this diaspora, fomenting of furore and agitation;
“What
art thou…?”, soliciting a response, the villagers pleaded inquisitively,
Who
lamented and launched into a long diatribe against the nature, the holy;
Alas!
The disgruntled villagers approached the religious charlatan,
Whose
orthodox prayers were profound yet devoid of condescension;
“Miracle,
miracle”, the villagers yelled welcoming the first spell of rain,
The
nature’s wrath had been atrophied, allaying the villagers’ sufferings and pain;
But
in the splurge of water laid both joy and sorrow for them,
What
initiated as a panacea for their troubles turned into mayhem;
Water,
water everywhere, it stagnated suffused with stink,
Inundating
the pristine village, it brought life on the brink;
Alas!
They congregated and rushed for help to the ‘auspicious’ soul again,
Who
performed rituals and miracles, but all turned out futile and in vain;
Only
to placate the enraged villagers, making them less malevolent;
Days
passed and the weather finally showed the signs of improvement,
Cleaning
off the detritus, it paved the way for new life and development.
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