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Children of the Sea



The 2018 Kerala Floods saw the greatest destruction ever in the State due to torrential rain. Landslides and rising floods caused thousands and thousands of people to be stranded dangerously at various places without any food or water. The delay in deployment of the Army, Navy and the NDRF started raising the death tolls by the minute. At this point, the state witnessed one of the largest voluntary civilian rescue operations ever carried out - 65,000 people rescued by 4500 fishermen in 700 boats in just 3 days! (Source: TOI) They tirelessly worked day and night, trying to reach the nooks and corners of crowded villages and towns, unreachable to the copters or large boats. Their selfless gesture portrayed the unity among the people of Kerala with a very apparent bridging of the extreme societal strata. This is an ode to those unsung heroes of 2018


The Children of the Sea, caressed by the Sun,
and the salty winds, directing them onward.
The grains of sand made their way into the grooves,
of everything they own, and in time, brushed off.

The Tides and the Waves of life, they know,
better than any others on the Land.
The embrace of the Earth, Sea, and Sky,
bestows them with ample peace inside.

The angry rumbles and the crashing waves,
restraining, punishing, and keeping in check,
the ego, selfishness, and mischief,
of the Children, they vowed to protect.

Their Life, Livelihood, Retreat and the worst Terror,
defined by the different shades of Blue around.
But they defend their Nurturer till the very end,
Coz' they are forever, the Children of the Sea.



 

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