On Tsunami in Japan
Tongue is mum,
Words are scattered
The whole existence seems to be melting
Into nothingness,
Who are we?
Nothing but playthings,
Objects of derision for Nature.
Our achievments,
Our profitability,
Our whole life is under Her heavy feet,
She exercises Her might on us
Whenever, wherever she wishes,
She does everything upsidedown
In an instant.
Who are we?
What significance we bear?
We are like dew drops scattered on the leaves
Until the sun shows his visage.
Who cares for us?
Certainly none.
We are the messiah of our own pain,
Our hopes are false,
Our dreams are false,
Our whole being is a heap of falsehood.
Our age long labour is spoiled in an instant,
The marks of our glory are raised to ground,
Our whole success is mingled in the dust
When Nature frowns at us.
Then why should we invite Her wrath?
Why should we interrupt Her course?
We should mind our business
And let Her mind Her own.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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