Postscripts to the Tsunami

Postscripts to the Tsunami

I sat in my fragmented hut, all alone,
With troubled thoughts, gloom and despair
On my teary face the moonlight shone,
The night loomed with a sorrowful air
Thousands slain and houses ravaged
The killer waves spared not even the aged.

Which Mother would watch her brood die
And witness their anguish in silent glee?
In anger I yelled at the birds in the sky
At the trees, the sand and the bumble bee
“You rocked not the cradle, but the sea bed”
I cried, “millions to their gory deaths you led”

“O Nature, how can we call you our mother?
Come now, and resolve these qualms I hold
My young are gone and so is my brother,
Submerged in the angry surging flow’s fold”
Minutes passed and my tears did subside
A gossamer glow permeated the seaside

Arising from the waves I saw a vision, a light,
Bringing in its wake something magical
Butterflies, song birds, flowers, hues bright
Weaving a spell of beauty, so radiant and special
At once I knew her to be our Lady Nature
The Mother of every being and creature

“I heed to your call, for son, I hold you dear
You sully my name wrongly for all your woes
Let misgivings be; hear me out in good cheer”
She said, her angelic voice filled with purpose
“Your kind is my last born, the one I cherish
So angst was I when your lot did perish

Your own deeds you choose to ignore
The trees you fell, the dams that you build
Oil spills, holes dug into the land’s core
Weapons tested, toxic waste, sea life killed.
Guarding His creation is as much a balancing act
As an enduring mother spanking her unruly brat”


As her dazzling form was fading away
I was consoled, wiser and dogged in mind
To guard our locale, to do my bit everyday
To make Earth the paradise you cannot find
Come friends, help me, lend me your hand
Together for a more tranquil world, let us stand.