What was once a child's glee,
is now a parent's wail.
What was once a tourist spot,
is now a terror site.
What was once a thatched home,
is now barren space.
What were once peaceful waves,
are now horrific tsunamis.
What was once a soul with life,
is now a body dead.
What was once a lovely beach,
is now a burial ground.
You may have washed away lives,
of our near and dear,
our kith and kin,
you may have swept away our
homes and belonging.
But our hope is not dampened,
our determination not drenched,
our strength of mind not soaked,
we have pulled on,and survived.
Remember, you could only rise high to demolish storeys,
but not high enough to hit the stars,
THE REAL STARS, the SURVIVORS.
Written on 30th Dec, 2004
Pic courtesy
nice - god bless the survivors
ReplyDeletewell written somu...
ReplyDeletememories haunt today
time answers its way..
healing wounds away..
a good tribute to the bereaved souls
ReplyDeleteGoing with the rest... Another lovely set of lines emoting the situation, that people call poetry
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Somu! Nice to read your tribute!
ReplyDelete@Visithra
ReplyDeleteTHanks :o)
@Sophie
Thanks. Sorry about no responses. As I said earlier, just not up to certain things of late.
@Ganga
Thanks a lot.
@Balaji
Thanks and was nice meeting u yet again :o)
@Ramya Kutty
THanks a lot !!!
@Ravi
Thanks. How have you been doing ? Long time.