The year of a pandemic,
Marked more tragedy
In god's own country.
And all this new gimmick
Has left little realm
For a foreseen deluge to overwhelm.
First, Mountains moved, sky shattered
Left many lives scattered.
Buried under landslide, their souls Searching for light.
Amongst the screams and wails
As they moved the mud in pails,
Uncovered the mortal remains of dreams perished.
With no time to recover, fate had more to unleash.
A bundle of misery to release.
In the dark of the night,
Came down a flight,
Carrying a hundred hopes
Aiming for a stretch amongst the slopes.
Coz, storm turned the vision blur,
Skipped half a mile, slipped and slid.
Off the runway and into the valley it skid.
So traumatic that ones words may slur,
A scene did it unveil
That turned a million faces pale.
And it rained and rained
for more days and night,
Drowned the land deep,
plunging people into heavy plight.
Sure shall this year's flood
Wash the land with tears of blood.
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