THE CRY IN THE AIR!

       [TSUNAMI]

 Hark! What is that noise we heard?

Is it a mountain’s breaking sound?

Is it the sky that is falling down?

Oh! It is a floating wall that drowns.

It is indeed a dazzling sight,

Water is rising to a coconut’s height.

 Oh! It is Tsunami, the rolls of waves,

Rolls, the mighty ocean’s muscles.

Where are the ones that stood on the shore

Making merry with kith and kin?

God! The harbour waves swept them away

Without leaving any, whether young or old.

Hid in clouds and wept the great Moon,
Ran away stars; wanting not to see the scene.

The ire of water and stormy wind, 

Lashed and hit the things in their way.

Screeches and cries resonated around,

Shrieks and screams echoed everywhere,

Rushing to vehicles  for life found there,

And rays of escape were felt nowhere.

Floods of blood reddened the sand,

Bodies of the dead filled the  full ground,

The beauty of the beach has totally disappeared,

The boundary of the land is wholly submerged.

Look at that old man standing in numb,

What he can do now is just to stump,

With heaviness in heart and tears in eyes

He witnessed sadly his dear ones' loss.

  

Mansions and huts many, men had built,
Money abundantly, he had hoarded,

Reveries and dreams covet, he had cherished
And articles in plenty, he had relished.

Alas! All the items favourite were perished,
And the lives entire, the waves swallowed.
The sand with multi-hued texture vanished
And things found on the shore got deformed.

Siblings of some people faded out of sight,

The sense of some others was lost in fright,

Homeless, foodless and cashless they turned

And waited in vain for the dear ones to return.

Fear and panic silenced the surroundings,

Arising questions in the minds of survivors.

Temples and churches dissolved in water,

And mosques also escaped not, they did wither.

What is the meaning of fighting for wealth?

Your might and money will in no way help,

Power and position will never give you a lift,

When you fall into the ditch of death.

Obstacles ample may hinder you easily,

Spectacles of far sight may save you really,

This life in fact is a God-given gift,

Use it fruitfully, before, a dearth, it comes to.

                                                         Sarala