I am gazing at the ceiling fan,
thoughts spinning in my head.
I imagine of clouds raining,
on white and green mountains, equally spread.
Afternoon time was pleasant weather,
and in evening people went to bed.
They didn’t know what happens next,
some weren’t found, even dead.
Nature’s fury spares no one,
who am I to say?
I am writing at this moment,
but how long on earth would I stay?
May their soul rest in peace,
and others reach home with ease.
I often forget your might, oh lord,
keep reminding, but with mercy please.
— Proud to have lived in Uttarakhand