Quaking earth finds a new face
Old one perhaps too old
A new map she finds to ride along
Our strength our achievements our credibility
Nothing could get the balance to fix us eternal
Simply 45 seconds shake made nearly 45000 dead yet
Not any match with one year running projects to get command
Cannons missiles bombs seems to be farce beside
Nature's own choice of diminishing a masculine civilization
Here we stand yet with powerful eyes to measure the loss
But not sure tomorrow others from far would not count
The same of our number of cracked bodies under the debris
Quaking earth perhaps now to locate
Other field of action where to dance and drill
The engrave new face of other civilization new and obedient
Before that come and count days and nights
We consumed on the surface through light and shade
Through anger and despair
Through hate and love
To build or to destroy
Time allows us just a long before!
Pranab k c
16/02/2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem