Sunday, April 3, 2011



 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 water,
Rolls, the mighty ocean’s waves.

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.

Screaches and cries resonated in the air,
Shrieks and screams echoed everywhere,
Rushing to vehicles  for life found there,
And rays of escape were felt nowhere.

Flood of blood reddened the sand,
Bodies of dead filled the  full ground,
Beauty of beach has totally disappeared,
Boundary of land is wholy 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
Witnessed he sadly his dear ones' loss.
Mansions and huts many, man had built,
Money abundantly, he had hoarded,
Reveries and dreams covetly, 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 in fighting for wealth?
Your might and money will no way help,
Power and position will never give you 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.


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