Sunday, November 14, 2010

Horrible tragedy

Thought just a tremor,
And didn’t fear much
As she was only eight,
But felt something was wrong.

Not few hours went,
When she saw the horror,
With her eyes,
Tsunami...taking away all...

She didn’t know what it was,
Neither did she know will it cause much,
Reckoned just a tide...
But not when it entered her hut...

She saw her mother floating,
She tried to scream,
She tried to give a hand to her,
She couldn’t...she couldn’t...

She turned back, startled,
To see her baby brother
Already gone, yard’s away
Along with his toys...

Oh, what could she do,
To save herself?...Nothing, but
Cling to a nearby stilt,
Seeing many families die.

She was in panic,
Not a tear in her cheek,
But felt her face
Go pale and hands get numb.

Not knowing what to do,
When she didn’t know to swim
Then was heard a familiar voice,
Her father! She was now relieved...

But for just few seconds,
Because she saw him float too,
Yelling her name, that echoed
In her ears, long after he was gone.

She lost her grip to the stilt,
And felt herself, drowning,
And everything blurring,
And she passed out, just like that.

To wake up after long,
What seemed like years,
Forgetting the horrible scenes
That she didn’t like to remember.

She felt her body soar with pain
And touched the dried blood on her forehead...
She was far away from shore,
From her hut, that had been her home all her life.

She wandered around,
Nowhere to go,
No one she knew to trust
But knowing she wanted to live.

God didn’t leave her alone,
Now in the memory, she lives,
Of her family, how they lived,
Years ago, until tsunami struck...

Shower of love

As a million drops fell from the sky,
I looked up at the sky turning grey,
Clouds turning angst, raindrops hitting my face gently,
I saw a little orphaned girl, who seemed overwhelmed.
By the sudden evening shower;
Her smile so beautiful and naive,
I could see it in all the little drops from heaven,
Despite the thunder and lightning,
I gawked at her, keenly, with a smile.
As she stretched her little hands, to feel the water drops,
What a pleasure was it, to look at,
Her joy, her innocence, her eyes...that concealed pain,
Of losing her loved ones, of the love she missed,
Of the care she needed, for all the times she wasn’t cared for.
I felt my heart leaping out to the poor little angel,
My heart raced to this cruel world,
Where a million destitute people,
Orphaned and lonely, yearn for love.
I felt a tear coming out of my eye,
Slowly trickling down my cheek,
There may not be much I can do,
To help those poor souls, desperate for love,
But the whole world joining hands,
I am sure, can make a huge difference,
To give them a happier earth to live.