The Aftermath Poem by AKSHAYA KUMAR DAS

In the aftermath,
Everything looked so devastated,

The storm had settled down,
After the harakiri,
It wrought,
The heart had lost its pace,
The soul lost its unique space,
In a momentary frenzy,
The storm blew away
Every small to small particles into dust,

Pride had lost its esteem,
Standing in a shameless face down pose,
The storm stole the show to its side,
Blowing away every tiny thing in the ride,

Rolling the dusts into whirlwind,
Skyward in to the vast space,
Into the vast space of time,
Name plates to take plaques vanished into the volcanic orgy,

The survivors left to count the horror,
Horrific saga of the demonic collapse,
Poor to rich
Black & white,
All under the rubble of the might,

Destroyed under the fury,
The saga projected the gory,
Detailing the horrific strike,
That dilapidated the monuments to huts,

No choice,
No voice,
Everyone stood in mute silence,
To witness the nature's horrific violence,

Annoyed,
Paranoid,
Nature was too rude,
To cause the horror in pride,

Spreading a pal of gloom,
For humanity to learn,
Behave,
There is none,
Before Nature every one in stun silence,
Looking at the horror through their magnifying lense,

The heart bleeds,
In silence pleads,
Oh! Nature we get you person,
Sorry for the human actions,
The massive thunderbolt in reaction,
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(c) Akshaya Kumar Das