In the hills of Wayanad, where shadows deep,

A village nestled in its peaceful sleep.

Mundakai, a place of dreams so fair,

Caught in nature's cruel, dark snare.

The rains descended with relentless might,

Turning day into an endless night.

The earth gave way, a roaring tide,

And dreams were lost in the landslide.

The cries of anguish filled the air,

As loved ones vanished in despair.

Homes were swept, lives torn apart,

Leaving a void in every heart.

Oh, Mundakai, your fate so dire,

Engulfed by nature's vengeance.

Diminishing all the dreams & hopes ,

Haunted by the mournful screams.

The mothers weep, for their children gone,

Fathers' strength now lost forever.

Brothers, sisters, friends and family so dear,

All lost beneath the earth's veneer.

The village stands in silent grief,

The air is thick with disbelief.

No words can mend the shattered lives,

Or bring back joy to those who strive.

Oh, river, witnessing the pain,

And carrying the tears like falling rain.

Revealing to the world the heavy plight,

Of Mundakai’s ceaseless night.

The memories of those lost,

Are etched deep in hearts.

In every tear, in every sigh,

Their spirits soar, they never die.

The hills will green again, the sun will rise,

But sorrow lingers in our eyes.

Yet in the face of such despair,

We hold onto the love we share.

From all walks of life, hands extend,

Without a thought to caste or trend.

Religion, wealth, all put aside,

In unity, we stand with pride.

Poor or rich, all hearts align,

In equal grief, our spirits twine.

Together, we rebuild, restore,

With strength and love, forevermore.

Mundakai, though buried deep,

In our hearts, we all keep.

A village of dreams, now laid to rest,

In the arms of nature's cruel test.

For every soul, a silent prayer,

In every heart, we hold them there.

In Mundakai, our bonds are strong,

In unity, we all belong.

May time bring peace, may wounds mend,

May we find solace in the end.

For in the heart of Wayanad,

With Agonising sorrow…..