Caught in Padma’s Trap: A Tale of Washed-Away Lives-Mainul Islam

Padma swallowed Taranagar whole — homes, hopes, hearths all gone,
Thoughts flood the heart like waves, as if life’s thread is torn.
Fields once ploughed, gardens bloomed, the harvest ripe and ready —
All now float like scattered dreams in currents wild and steady.

Where grandfather, uncle, and father once took birth in peace,
Now memories soaked in love and dust are drowned with no release.
Generations of homesteads crushed beneath a ruthless grind,
Stories erased, laughter drowned — tears the only trace behind.

A child stares with hollow eyes, sadness deep and stark,
The earth beneath grows cold and weak — humanity left a mark.
No mother’s milk, no shelter near, the baby cries in vain,
Hunger echoes under open skies, the air is filled with pain.

No roof above, no food below — they live in sheer despair,
The night falls heavy with sorrow’s cries, and darkness everywhere.
Ministers, leaders turn away, no one looks behind,
Do they even see the raging flood, or feel its cutting grind?

Don’t dismiss it as “just a village” — your home too may fall,
One day you’ll hear the same cry, rising beyond the wall