He's surrounded by water.
He eats curd to stop his stomach from growling.
He sleeps in a corridor with 20 other people.
There's no space to walk. Only water.
He's stuck in a police tent camp after being caught in a flood.

Water is a terrible thing.
Sea and rain.
Hurt and pain.
Stuck in strain.

All's fair. In love and war. And flood and rain.

"Their lips are bruised with new and old bruises.
There is only one moment of pain or doubt
as they wonder how many multitudes are lying beside their body,
but a mouth kisses and a hand soothes the moment away."