ORISSA SUPER CYCLONE
Pronab Kumar Majumdar
The dead-man’s face
A demonstration of helplessness
The corpse has really no name –
Nature is never
apologetic
A dead man never seeks mercy
Nor does he retaliate.
A wild petal lying on the eyelid
Don’t remove it
It will give the corpse a vision
of its transmigration.
Breathing is life
A life lives on air
When an elephant turns rogue
It only destroys everything
Coming its way
Super Cyclone is million of herds of rogues
Crashing eyelessly ruthlessly
Humanity is yet so easy prey
Air, the elixir of life
Is enraged wild killer sometimes.