Ode To Sandy by Madathil Rajendran Nair

Sandy
Superstorm Sandy
You are a blessing
To sensational journalism
And reporting
For those who indulge
In prophesies
Of wanton apocalypse

The likes of you
Have had several landfalls
On Mother Earth
Even before
And yet at any time
One of you ransacks
Our comforts and pleasures
We come out of our homes
Hold a microphone
And cry out aloud
The end of the world is around

And here I sit
Looking at an overcast sky
Half-naked in heat
Somewhere in the south
Of the poor Indian subcontinent
Where the mountains still breathe
Sultry warmth in passionate fervor
At a time the North East should pour
Her bounteous benedictions
Alas! Only barren clouds overhead
Unlikely to deliver
A much needed shower

Sandy
Why don’t you cast
Your looks this way
So that our kids on the streets
Naked to their hilt
Dance in a deluge
And forget the fire
In their stomach
At least for once?

We don't care much
Accustomed to wraths
Of Mother Nature
No one here holds
A microphone
To lament our deaths
Sandy,
Am I asking for too much?
Won't you just look our way
And shun the TV gibberish
To embrace us, the impoverished?

(With profuse apologies to those who have suffered at the hands of Sandy)

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October 30, 2012

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Comments on this Poem

Sandy has come in the disguise of Neelam. She responded to you so fast.

"Of the poor Indian subcontinent" ......

change the "poor" into anything.

Prasad
10/31/2012 12:49 PM

nice one, but we donot want a Sandy but a cool pour.

Vijayan
10/30/2012 07:41 AM

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