This too shall pass by

 

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.

 

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