Fukushima-The Cursed Island Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Furious-high-anchored angry waves,
Plundering beautiful land into graves.

Poisoned fountains and all source of life,
Man and animals, trees and plants, strife:
Clothes, drapery, and napkins dreaded by rays;
Dying and crying meadows into death ways,

Once bloom with daises and violets,
And now in those beautiful lanes,
Bitten and cursed by radio active rays.
Spirit of the old-young, man-woman frays;
Lake and seas and rivers and horizon,
Bear only fear and fear; poison and poison.

Of dying greens to sick men's graves,
Quietly but sadly sleeping in the wide graves.