Rain-battered city limps to normalcy; 
The rain had caught the people unawares; 
The heavy rain has hit the common man; 
Inundated lies many places still.
The misery of people continues; 
The rain keeps pouring without any lull; 
The winter’s cold is adding to their woes; 
The rain-water has mixed with drain-water! 
The tales of suffering are heart-rending; 
A lot of families have lost everything; 
The flood has washed away beloved ones; 
Diseases stalk the health of people poor.
The damage caused is incalculable; 
The aftermath – unimaginable; 
All people must unite to heal the wounds; 
The love of neighbors is being tested.
The rains may be a blessing in disguise; 
Empathy blooms in every Indian heart; 
The world is heading to togetherness; 
The basic needs of life must all be met.
Prayers will touch the heart of Almighty; 
The God who cares for all will rain His grace; 
Perhaps, He wants souls to be more upright; 
The life-giver will not take lives with ease.
A re-birth of the city will take place; 
Citizens will be more responsible; 
Love and kindness unites the rich and poor; 
Crestfallen faces will soon smile and laugh.
O God, we thank you for the rains you gave; 
O God, we pray for health of people all; 
O God, give back the wealth some people lost; 
O God, console, comfort those affected.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-12-2015                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    