Tsunami, An Unwanted Guest Poem by Umasree Raghunath

The sky is vast, long, blue and wide
Below the sky stood the sea with pride
Sitting at the horizon watched the sky sink into the sea
With love and charisma that it alone got to be
The morning trees swayed as a song
As the beach coast looked great and long
The little birds cripped with charm
As the nature hugged them with charm
A perfect Sunday morning to take a walk
With friends we would love to yap and talk
The little children set to play the days cricket
And the fishermen all set to with wider net
The sun rose in the sea from the east
Without knowing the fate of the Asia in the southeast.
All of a sudden the earth shook for seconds
Giving a little jerk and ofcourse no major decks
Two hours later came the tidal wave
Giving no time for us to think or dare
The demon that washed away the shore
The longest beach called Marina that we adore
Torn just not the coast, but the hearts
And lives of the thousands who lived in its crest
The scenes of grief and void and lost
Flooded the floors after the unexpected guest
Not just the fall of trees or loss of boats
But bodies that filled the sunken roads
Children who played found dead
The fishermen had no news of the deceased
Debris and deadbodies everywhere
No thought or time to sit to cry or care
Washed away the little villages on the shore
Is this what mother earth left us to adore
The beauty of the Andaman Islands
Looked like the beast's funland
The serenity of the Lankan Coast
Made the country shiver in fear
Aspirations that no more had a meaning
For life lost its pride with uncertain thing
Families had no one left to shed the last tear
All that left was a future unknown and a deep fear
Fear of the future left behind with nothing
For the people who lost just everything
Thanks to the communication channels
That makes tragedies look more funnels
Of sorrow and heartbreaking telecasts
That leaves depressions and distress behind
Ho God! let us not loose any more villages
From the Map of Mother India
For its just not the bits of land the sea swallows
But the lives and dreams of thousands living by….
All I do being a survivor of the wrath
Is to retain the age long faith that Mother Earth has a reason for everything…………………