All she ever asked for was–
a morsel of good meal
with her family
in a house that
protected them
from the blistering sun,
from the drenching rain and
from the chilling cold.
***
Her wish never came true
but she hoped it would,
until one day–
the dark clouds
washed out her crops,
washed out her hut,
washed out her hopes,
washed out her life.
***
She now wails, but in vain!
For it is not loud enough
to wake the gods up in heaven
above those dark clouds
that brought the rain!
Very well written. Much sadness in our world.
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Yes, the recent flood in my country has been painful. We’re giving our best to make things better.
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