This poem was written after 2002 Earthquake in Gujarat (India). I was a school-kid then & i wanted to express about it somehow. I keep this poem as yet, for this being one of my initial poems. We can never leave our childhood memories.
Violent and destructible
Prominent before the Stone Age
Earthquakes are inevitable
And we can see its damage
Striking the tower’s,
Cracking the roads and streets
We all know its invincible powers
Which is an irrevocable feat
Many dead souls lie around
And their relatives are irrepressible
Where many peoples are still not found
While the soldiers are infallible.
Where high raised buildings are pulverized
Because of this incredible earthquake
And all the peoples are petrified
Because of its powerful shake
Not more but one thing to do
Is just meditate for the dead souls
And for the living few
Sitting on the roads with bowls.
