The day was black,
When that cloud got burst
Not to nurture humans
But to quench God’s own thirst
A wave arouse from nowhere
Washed away everything,
It seems as if it’s nothing, but
A mournful end of a desperate beginning
That wave last for few hours
But, ensuing ruins will last forever
Where numb lives are pleading amidst
Lying together, being attended never
Missing identities narrating devastation
The valley echoed with cry.
Chaos dispersed all around
Waiting amid, for the wave to dry
Massacre shattered the temple through,
But that deity able to resist
So what, worship lost for a while
Thy faith around still exists.
Into the God’s valley, nothing left
Except a blurred ray to show,
The path of mankind rehabilitation
Somewhere someday, God only knows!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
faith still exists, good poem, rehabilitation is going on. poem is written in time. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.