Mourning (Tsunami victims)

To a mother:

Cry aloud,
You are the mother,
If they were yours
Then you cannot believe,
In Him or anything.


To a father:

Your wish must be death,
Or is there someone left?
Moan
If you have found your dead.


To a dead child:

Please tell me it was easy,
Was it with your mother?
Death cannot be this mean,
Tell me it was all over
In a mothers clutch.

To a fisherman:

They had pushed you
To the edge of the land.
Don’t you think your god just fell
Short of them?


To the dead:

You cant have a burial,
Or there will be more deaths
Your obituary is,
A swift disposal of the dead.