Bursting the banks of the rain-fed tanks, <br />the swirling flood was swelling <br />the river Kundu in Cuddappah, <br />on twenty fourth August two thousand. <br /> <br />Carrying her two sons on her shoulders, <br />Penchallamma dared to cross the river, <br />in chest-deep strong current <br />to reach safe the other side, <br />as her house was engulfed <br />to be washed away soon. <br />The Collector from a helicopter <br />lowered down a plastic bucket, <br />to lift her up with her children. <br />Alas! Her seven year old boy <br />while climbing up into the bucket, <br />slipped and slumped into the river <br />and was swept away before her eyes! <br /> <br />Controlling her shock and grief, <br />She made her next attempt <br />to get into the swaying bucket. <br />But fate snatched her infant son <br />from her shivering hands <br />and dropped into the furious river. <br />She cursed the heavens and cried aloud, <br />pushed aside the bucket <br />and sank into the surging river. <br />God Himself can’t compensate her loss!<br /><br />rajendran muthiah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-penchallamma/
