But Alone, Stand And Stare Poem by Anuradha Goswami

That dreadful night…everything was so still,
And the ground was barren; the threat it tried to pronounce…..
Slept the folks unaware of the grave peril,
Unaware that nature had drawn its swords.

The night was long, long and dark,
Silence lulled the ears of man.
For adverse winds now began to mark,
An untold tragedy, destined throughout history to span.

The trance broke when violent winds blew,
The roofs of huts, the spars of hope,
All as if in a blink of the eye ….
Shattered was life into crystallized fragments ….so transparent, so fragile.

What could man do but stand and stare,
As the tempest purloined his fields and mare.
What could man do but alone, stand witness,
When the Creator Himself had turned merciless.
The night ended in a somber note,
And the air still did bear,
Memoirs of the nightmare.
And nature mocked at the plight of man.

What could man do but stand and stare,
Bleak was his future; dark his present….
What could man do but alone, stand witness
To all of nature's rancor……

His life is now writhed,
He wishes for Heaven's wicket
For nothing is left of his presence...…
…..nothing lost by his absence

To this I say, nature does sometimes beset..…
Mankind does but comprise, an iota of its existence.
And what can I do but stand and stare, at the tawny sunset,
And fear the night, for that might be my destiny's end.