Down there in Sumatra started a big quake,
But no one had expected the Tsunami it did make,
Waves as big as mountains like an army they charged,
And into the South Asian lands with all their might they barged
Filled with fury they killed people in their thousands,
And destroyed everything from buildings to farmlands,
The waves came and went from Sumatra to other places,
And left nothing there but empty spaces
People were left without shelter and food,
Tourists who had come decided they never should,
People lost their loved, near and dear ones,
Survivors snatched and fought for clothes and buns
Relief to the affected was being sent out,
But now of the disease there was a big bout,
People feared going near the sea,
Could it swell up again giving no time to flee?
The fear installed in them stayed by the days,
But in this darkness of sorrow, there still is a happy ray!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice and splendid write, tsunami, wash those who ought tobe.