The
floods crawled in
Every
end of year visit
It
doesn't see colours
It
doesn't see religions
It
doesn't make any preferences
It
takes when it comes a calling
Every
year the floods will flow in
Flooding
homes and streets
When
the natural rivers are diverted
Worst
some are buried changing its course
But
the passages never change
For
the floods never know the new
Many
thousands are sent to relief centres
The
sad pictures of these people
The
worrying faces and the losses
They
have to wake up make the change
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