I feel the vibe, the sudden rush.
Brown and forceful, deadly and frightful,
Sweeping away my calm,
Stripping away my beauty.
I was quite the favourite of many.
The lone traveller…the watchful photographer,
The 7 p.m couple who come by for a stroll,
And the women who take me home in colourful pots.
But now, they keep away.
I see the fright, the shock, the dismay.
Their loses I’m blamed for,
For they forget it was I who was plundered.
My fury suppressed, my cries swallowed,
I can’t display it, I’m scared…
…Scared of adding to the force.
And I really wish the floods pass away soon.