After Tsunami.... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The mother ocean is calm,
Just a few steps to dance and foam,
Always in the mood of blue,
With emeralds and corals in the stew,
Quiet as the extension of sky,
Guarding us from the rogues and thieves,
The bed she has laid, the dark secret that hide,
The invisible, overly visible and the naughty,
Have the roller coaster ride on her tummy,
Floating paper boats with multiple storey,
Sail along with peace and tranquility,
The mother earth is calm and happy,
At the shores the ants arrive, holding the drillers,
Driving the cranes and the concrete mixers,
Reclaim her properties to make the amendments,
She is still calm, quiet, happy and not confused,
The rumbling in the womb, the bursting of the eggs,
To be the ova, underground nuclear explosive device,
She turns to correct the fleet of her skirt,
The modest woman of the world, the most,
Shocked are the modern creators of new wealth,
Wrecked are their hearts, but emerge out with,
The biggest weapons and tools to resurrect,
Whatever is taken as the punishment,
Stealing her sister’s treasure from the land,
Look, we are happy and our needs are fulfilled.