29th June 2012, This Day, Last Year


 

 

On a gloomy overcast June twenty nine,

The skies opened to pour into Bombay.

But that doesn’t mean that all is fine,

The news is assorted like any other day.

A tree fell to kill a twenty four year old.

Train services and roads were badly hit.

Though BMC promised all would be fit,

The cause: just 75 mm of rain, we’re told.

Lighter side: Petrol prices fell by rupees three,

But for Mamata, it’s still not satisfactory.

To presidential elections, attributes the queen,

Since they are scheduled for July nineteenth.

The fabled monsoons of industrial Bombay can deliver

Death blows. For we’re still agriculturists, remember?

 

 

Now they’ve found a fat scapegoat

To book for criminal negligence

The agency maintaining Mantralaya’s switchboards.

How easily they insult our intelligence.

And near Bombay, in rural Maharashtra,

The Konkan Irrigation Development Corporation’s

Blessing of a supplier faces investigations –

Increasing payout 500% after contract creation?

What’ll now submerge thousand acres of forestland,

Will enter history as Kondhane Dam.

On ethics, giving states a pecking order,

Is a task as vague as the Chinese border.

Better progress is made, with energy we’ll burst

Reversing the order, starting with the worst.

 

 

How man doesn’t see the earth from the air

From the aircraft that he only invented,

And misses the ravage he’s caused everywhere,

On a planet, so excessively inhabited.

Compelled, now and then nature gives

Hints, we still turn a blind eye to.

Stolid, cretinous, and filthy as pigs,

Failing to see what will eventually brew.

We’ve excavated deeply, despoiled the earth

Even though there is no dearth,

Of places that we occupy already,

With needs and wants of the terrifically greedy.

But when water flooded in from the sea,

Still we exclaimed: what can the matter be!

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2 responses

  1. Under the umbrella of exclaiming what cant the matter be, with this kind of downpour, is not seeing the rain at all. So much you’ve given me to think about. So many heartbreaking daily episodes. One can only do their simple similes and keep a light on the positive while trying to do what one can. Not easy. Thank you, friend.

    1. nirbhayasindia | Reply

      Thank you for your comments and for dropping by. I write three sonnets for each day and I post everyday.

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