Original Poem by Sanniah Hassan
Content warning: mentions of death, climate disaster, and displacement.
Note: This poem reflects on the devastating floods that have swept through Pakistan, capturing the grief, loss, and helplessness experienced by survivors and witnesses. It is a call to remember those affected and to reckon with the realities of climate change.
One moment all was clear,
The next I couldn’t
breathe.
As the noise blared
through the TV
One dead, dozens wounded
–
Its noise ringing in my
ears.
The water came at once,
they said,
No end in sight.
Uprooting trees,
drowning cattle,
Displacing families –
Leaving not a soul about.
The police cars blared
their sirens
Visiting neighbourhoods
sounding alarm
Cautioning people to
stay inside
Lest they lose their
lives.
The damage had been done
–
Life in shambles across
villages
Hope drowned with the
current
My people bled.
Their tears fresh.
The TV blared – twenty
dead, hundreds wounded, perhaps more?
Cities devastated,
Women tortured,
Life askew.
But the water kept
coming, relentless –
Till no sign of life
remained.
Authorities helpless
As Pakistan rushed to piece
life together again
Their hopelessness made
me uneasy,
A hurt beyond compare;
with no shore in sight,
I prayed for my country
to emerge victorious once again!
*Originally published on my profile Medium.
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