In remote area, many typhoon victims lost contact with family members
By home phone or hand phone they were unreachable.
Drowned, swept away or buried was not known,
in the sky as the helicopters to and fro droned.
When a helicopter landed, the family looked for their relatives.
When they found them, they were overjoyed..very hysteric.
When they didn't find them,
in anxiety, after the rescuers, they ran.
begging and kneeling to bring back them alive,
so that they could hug the survivors very tight.
Many unsung heroes were born,
with their dare-devil act during the storm.
rescuing the stranded victims,
without any flinch in the strong wind.
Money and commodity donations are pouring out to sufferers,
showing that blood is thicker
blood is redder,
than the flood water.
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