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Homage to the victims.
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English Poetry |
That X-mas, the whole day,
By the Bengal’s bay,
I did only rejoice.
Fisher folk’s music and dance
This set everyone to a trance;
My next bundle of joy,
Just a few weeks away.
The same place next day
Turns into a cemetery;
The waves, a palm tree’s high,
Hit the shore, millions die;
Why did nature withhold her fury,
For one more day?
Do those fishermen I saw the day before
Still exist on the same shore?
Stripped of houses, kith and kin?
I know not;
Every year the same day
Earnestly I pray;
For all those who were left behind;
And all those departed,
Even before they realized –
What had happened.
I pledge to live every moment
with the purpose; easily said;
Yet , I give a try.
As the role, at present,
Could also be the reason why,
YOU had caused the delay.
© kanchana selvakumar
A beautiful poem that brings
forth a sad feeling, Kanchana.
Hi Kanchana
I did read this when it was first posted with the intention of coming back to it. I do appologise for not commenting earlier but I do find this a very poignant write. I actually lost a good friend to the tsunami who was holidaying in Phuket.