Remembering Hudhud by Prof. Indira Babbellapati

Those fateful hours…

The fabric has been torn
Into innumerable pieces
Trees have been forced
To shed their foliage.
They have also been
Severed from their origins
To be uprooted and hurled
Or to lie in helpless heaps.
Rudra held all life in his
Furious fist and life struggled
And strangulated hanging
Precariously in the violent winds
That appeared as if a multitude of
Asuras exhaled all at the same time
The all pervading, all destructive
Wind-weapon lacerated the city
As it pleased…unmatched, the fury
Stunned is life that floated in the
Violent gales like a stray piece of straw.


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