gyanjyoti

prologue : Keeping the undergoing havoc in northern India by the nature in view, this is my small endeavour  to express the grief and immense torture felt by the flood victims through the following words.

" ALAS ! The pain is too much. We lost everything that we once hold dear to us. Our home, property, village, fields and most importantly the future that we once dreamed of. Had we acted with more alacrity, many more lives could have been saved. Vicisstudes of nature now seem more menacing than the nature of men. I fear the sleep now. Horrid thoughts never leave me now. Thinking about the dreadful past and the absence of ostentatious village children drive me crazy. How immaculately we used to plough the ground, ohhhh, its memory is still so fresh and vivid. Sometimes my pique get the better of me but now is not the right time to water the seeds of vitriol inside me. What is bygone is bygone. I dont blame it on anyone. Even the affluent ones failed to hide from the wrath of nature, then what to say of me, a small farmer, to be pardoned. But this time my spirits are truely dampened. I have had enough for one life...............        "