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Oh Ruthless Earthquake, Why Must You Come?

When towers stand tall and buildings, firm;
when men and women work to earn;
when children wear their happy smiles;
why must you come and wreck them all?

Out of the blue, there you turn up
uninvited, unexpected and unforeseen;
shake your hips for hardly any seconds,
dancing to music; no man hears.

The beat you dance to,
turns to groans and moans.
The humans cry in despair,
edifices collapse and souls, crushed.

Why must you come when
all you cause is harm and hurt?
Why must you come when
all you cause is sorrow and suffering?

Why must you come when
all you leave is chaos and corpses?
Why must you come when
all you leave is destruction and dismay?

And in silence you will escape,
leaving people relieved but for a while.
For the few seconds of your emergence,
leaves behind wreckage and ‘SOS’s.

Even if we beg you not to return,
you will, intending a worse destruction.
You’re ruthless, you’re savage,
for you, structures are weak; men, weaker.

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  2. What a beautiful poem! It reflects your compassion towards the victims of this devastating earthquake and your helplessness against the forces of nature.

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  3. Beautifully written. Read your writings on instagram and instantly checked your blog. Keep up the good work.

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