A calm sea,
the day before, loses
its temper rages in fury t
he day after up go the waves
with a roar, down they fall
with a thud. An ongoing disaster,
it is a collapse. houses
on sea shore tumble
head over heels
float in the water
go into the profound.
No trace of a brick,
whatsoever.
Watching them fall,
I think of unholy
those of a family
which stood the test
of times with grace
succumbing to vile
and greed.
It drifts apart, with little
of its past. Hunger has
gobbled its status, thirst
has gulped the unity,
there lies a skeleton
bones protruding,
a ghastly sight
whatsoever.
Meenas Poems 