Children playing see-saw
Housewives busy cooking rice and stew
Gentlemen sinking in files and folders
Students studying quakes and volcanoes
Scientists searching new inventions
Surgeons stitching sutures
Saints sitting in postures
Politicians fighting hot debates
Builders cementing bricks and grills
Bakers baking breads and buns
Life is all normal and as usual
Nothing alarming, so as to say
But not the same, seconds later
Massive mountains of rubbles
Devastated by an evil earthquake!
But not the same, years later
Children playing see-saw
Housewives busy cooking rice and stew
Gentlemen sinking in files and folders…
You did not give us a build up, you did not give us a warning, snap bang out of nowhere in the midst of the 'regularness' of life you penned in your earthquake; nicely credibly narrated
wow. based on what you see right? i like it i'll give it a...9. very well thought out.
There is a hope in this poem...years later, people will forget this earthquake and life will come back to normalcy...but let that come soon.
Eckhart Tolle in his book ' The Power of Now' says there is nothing like Past and Future. What is is NOW only. Now is all that exists. Of course, Your poem means a lot to common man, a stuff in reality!
this is the way it is. I don't pretend to understand God but without him it would be even worse still. thanks for a good poem. john
In the horizon of 'man', things are actually set into patterns. a certain process were in we too cannot observed it because it seems natural, we are use to it. However, there are things that cannot be there in our daily lives, and this is what we call a paradigm shift/ or in-lay-mans term change of attitude, thus includes, change of work, house location and so on and so forth. But one thing is there that cannot be change, and that is our destiny –horizon between life and death…well some things as well cannot be taken from the pattern of this horizon, value system. nice work.
Vijay - reading your work one of your strenghts is your ability to have incredible movement in your poems - there is movement, vibrentcy, a certain aliveness like we are looking down on an entire world. I would like a line break the poem goes into the earthquake then another once it starts up back to normal again. Maybe add a few lines at the end that might have people doing different things after the quake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unwonted and very powerful THEME!