Poems by
Jyoti Arya


a poem by Jyoti Arya

I will live
Till I am not washed away by
Angry blow of fuming tsunami
Or swept away by some cyclone
To the farthest island
No one has ever heard about
I will not die a natural death
I will cry till my last breath
For a smooth death
Even a heart attack
Or a road accident
I cannot bear the sight of
My home being waterlogged
My children snatched from my fragile hands
And lurking in some refugee camp for
Some arid pieces of bread
Please listen to me, if you could hear god
Don’t bless us with another
Tsunami again