tranquil
quiet earth,
suddenly saw,
the ravage,
of the storm.
now,
it is seeing,
encountering
worse than that,
the furiocity,
in the naked
and hungry feelings
of mans tryst
against man.
the storm,
blew away,
possessions
and belongings,
came and went,
shed off all its wrath.
in a debris
of dead people
blooms,
new bud of life! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
THESE BUDS LEADS TO THE ETERNAL CHAIN OF LIFE'S CONTINUANCE! -Raj