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Theme: Catastrophe

Tectonic Dance

A numb feeling in your heart;
The tectonic dance tears the
homes apart and the
homeless stare frozen into an empty
horizon; the joy and pain of making
a home brick by brick has been
jolted into a rubble;
The sudden uprush of anger in
the faultlines fragments living;
A vale of memories has
vapourised in a tumultuous
minute; the dead have no tongue
and the living no voice.
But they have to rise again,
as if dusting the grime on their shirt.
Build a new home, renew the memory trail.


More By  :  K.S. Subramanian

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Comments on this Poem

Welcome, Mani Ji

05-May-2015 05:21 AM

Comment Thanks for the lively picture, Aparnaji.

28-Apr-2015 22:24 PM

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