All is peaceful and all is quiet as a mouse,
All the people are in a hut or a house.
What they don’t know is they are in their own dooms,
When suddenly out of the water something looms!
When the object was identified,
Some people felt like their hearts were fried.
“Tsunami, tsunami,”
“Can’t you see?”
“Where, where”
“Oh, yes, there, there!”
The shouts went,
And the cries of “run, run,”
Tells it is something not fun.
The people wished now they had Noah’s’ Arch,
Because out there in the sea,
More and more tsunamis lurk.
Prayers and cries went to god,
But no response, maybe he was bored.
God didn’t check the prayers in the mail,
Which were sent by the people, in horror by the tsunami, who sail.
More and more, flooded the water,
Which came in ready to slaughter.
But, poor mother land, the water suddenly caught her.
Poor planet earth, universes daughter,
Was shook and struck by Neptune,
God of the sea,
All the people are in a hut or a house.
What they don’t know is they are in their own dooms,
When suddenly out of the water something looms!
When the object was identified,
Some people felt like their hearts were fried.
“Tsunami, tsunami,”
“Can’t you see?”
“Where, where”
“Oh, yes, there, there!”
The shouts went,
And the cries of “run, run,”
Tells it is something not fun.
The people wished now they had Noah’s’ Arch,
Because out there in the sea,
More and more tsunamis lurk.
Prayers and cries went to god,
But no response, maybe he was bored.
God didn’t check the prayers in the mail,
Which were sent by the people, in horror by the tsunami, who sail.
More and more, flooded the water,
Which came in ready to slaughter.
But, poor mother land, the water suddenly caught her.
Poor planet earth, universes daughter,
Was shook and struck by Neptune,
God of the sea,
With anger, revenge and controversy.
When it was finished nothing really flinched,
Because, everything and everyone, who were there was lynched.
All this to me was a nightmare,
Because, all this couldn't really be fair.
At that time, if you have heard, god saves him self,
But rarely ones needing help.
And all those shouts for need,
Asking for someone to lead.
When it was finished nothing really flinched,
Because, everything and everyone, who were there was lynched.
All this to me was a nightmare,
Because, all this couldn't really be fair.
At that time, if you have heard, god saves him self,
But rarely ones needing help.
And all those shouts for need,
Asking for someone to lead.
-Diloshaan Sripathy
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