For what descended, no one knows.
Before six twenty, unknown to us,
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Aftermath, though not seen in presence.
Heard the ghastly consequences,
Indescribable, still dared to jot down.
In a flash, came you like lightening,
With your chance escorts the quake king,
With uncle and sol’s combination.
Cross embraced hut and mansion.
Engulfed all merciless like a demon,
Count goes on with every second,
God knows the ghastly end.
Dare I ask you, oh, all devouring demons?
From when, you became a man-eater?
From when, you became a widow-maker?
From when, you became a maker of orphan?
No dog barking, neither cattle roaming,
Heaps of corpses stinking,
Vultures and dogs reveling,
No quarrel, no snatching.
Stinking smoke filling the environ
From the mass cremation around.
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No one to solace and sooth
No one knows who is consigned to wood.
Only wailing million, no one to solace
Oh! Almighty, is it your protection?
Lord, how about bringing another Tsunami?
With solace and shelter for all
To all dejected face, soothing smile
Light to everyone’s dark path
How about dropping another bomb,
To block Tsunami’s anger,
Greeting Tsunami’s peace-loving brothers?