Swimming upstream it's not a dream,
I an ant with his pants way down.
The world's coming to an end they say,
I walked all the way across this town.
It was a town of dam now jam,
Thick sand and mud mixed in.
Sikkim is flooded with water,
An apocalyptic thunderous din.
People buried alive or washed away,
With households, kith and kin.
Parts of bridge and highway floats,
The Indian army is moving in.
Even the army was swept clean,
Many killed and missing now.
The bloated river, broken towns,
The death of civilization and how!
