Earthquake

 

The great hammer of God,

Fault in geology’s abode,

Thousands loose balance to the strike,

And death, destruction prevail without fight.

 

The adjusting rocks

Spew out tremoring locks,

Which win over walls faithful,

And macabre clapping all joyful.

 

Aah! The roofs which sheltered,

And never bartered

The family’s fate,

Now, crush all of them in sadistic hate.

 

The debris around,–

Mass graves surround

Still struggling soufflés,

Alas! The rescuing hand only baffles.

 

Infant’s softest bones get crushed,

Why death only brushed

Aside mother from its reap?

Oh her eyes! Even tears weep.

 

If nature itself brings destruction,

Then who would auction

For the beautiful dreams,

Dreams which now die amidst screams!

 

Whom should we blame?

The nature playing its accidental game,

Or the fault lies with its child,

In rising too high with his knowledge mild.

 

How secretly nature plans

Its mystery to enhance

The unknown about it!

How ruthlessly soft petals get hit!

 

Someone’s eyelids refuse

To come down and thus loose

The singlest moment of finding love lost,

The eyes which once glittered most.

 

Where’d so many soul go?

Wait ghostly in a row

To have the final rest,

Mutilated lies the body dearest.

 

Aah! Painful and fearful death,

For long it hath

Its wait for elders' body system strong,

Now, clutches its prey on foot wrong.

 

Human settlement song,

Which for long

Sang with its social source,

Turned, now, mourning by nature’s force.

 

Courtyard flowers which once smiled

Along with the owner’s child,

Now, they lie rumbled;

Child and the flower in concrete crumbled.

 

Worst kind of death’s artistry,

Oh! Wanton most spread out cemetery,

Lives still alive; lie buried,

How ghastly death hurried!