(On the Tsunami tragedy, 26th December, 2004)
Once in a while my ego wields the rod,
And awakens in me the urge to play god.
In need of a prey, I look around
and see a file of ants on the ground,
busily going about their business
unaware of my looming menace.
I’m amused at the havoc and scare
I wreak on them by a puff of air.
They come together, I blow again -
Now enjoying this power game.
It makes me feel so strong and grand
The Mighty Me and the tiny ant.
Holiday over, lives continue
when some god blows on my world too.
Lying scattered, hurt and stunned
Unbelieving, unfair, unjust, undone
Tormented souls and shaken faiths cry,
Why? Dear God in heaven, why?
Standing among the ruins of my crumbling faith,
I frantically seek shelter, relief.
Searching in the traditional places
I respond to age-old solaces.
All of a sudden, I slide back into
the hopelessness I’d left behind -
when a certain incident of ants
flashes across my mind.
A horrible thought occurs,
my fear grows out of hand,
By some perverse reversal of power
Had the man in God taken command…?
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