When SHE Was In
Most beaches shine
With sands silver and golden,
But only when the sun smiles.
Our beach always beam,
Both in the sun and the moon,
As many a minerals live in.
Usual was the day with,
Fathers playing cards,
Children chasing waves.
Mothers cooking curries,
Tourists gallivanting by.
A bizarre patch of cloud,
Opening its mouth wide
Approached the silent sun,
As light-lost stars fumbled in void!
Waves drawn deep into the sea!
Varied fish exposed to the shore,
Rocky pits turned naked,
Lethal sea-creatures gasped!
Colorless foliage heaved,
Octopus vomited tender fish!
A cemetery of shells opened
Bare to the sky and wind!
Most fish asphyxiated,
While very aged, heavy-scaled
Clung to the slippery moss
Praying to Poseidon, with
Eyes rolled up like aged frogs!
“Ah! a miracle to our eyes,
In history never heard or seen
Though tides up and down
Often engulfed our lives
By this sea shore since ages”.
Uttered all when they gathered,
Rushed with nets, rags and leaves
To gather the instant fleshy catch
They found on the sea’s bare belly,
When waves ebbed off!
No one knew the impending,
The malignant fate hidden,
The rehearsal of annihilation,
The moment of commotion,
The ferocious nature’s wrath!
Dismay gave in to mirth in minutes,
Even passers by joined to pick
The treasures exposed, without toil!
A million matured lions together
Roared in a chorus by the safari?
An abyss like rift occurred
Between Himalayas and West cost?
Layers of skies broken and fallen
On the oceans’ laps?
Control-lost planets smashed,
And debris scattered in dark void?
No one could really make out
What had happened, but only feel,
That they were tossed to the heights
Of houses, trees and poles.
She was in; Tsunami!
The aftermath we all know,
From great Media coverage on,
Nature’s dance of destruction,
As Illustrated well in celluloid.
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