My land is known for recurring floods
and savoury tea. A hot steaming cup.
A puddle in which you submerge.
Sip by sip it warms up the gut,
Inch by inch it eats up the land.
Monsoon's boon accompanies terror,
Caffeine's buzz unclutters clamour.
Baskets graze in green;
Carcasses float in brown.
My land is known for flood,
its annual thirst for blood.