Calamity
#4 of take in the scenery
Not gonna be home tomorrow going out of town^.^
Such pride in everyone,
Of wealth, of mansions.
Such avarice, such abandon,
Such unquenchable passions.
And suddenly a wee quaking
Of the earth below our feet
In a sleepy, quiet town
Far side of the world
Has shattered all illusions.
Not caste or creed, nor wealth,
Nor race, or the color
Of their skin or their hair...
Nothing remains to set apart;
Neither them and nor theirs.
Death, thy fear is such a waking,
No difference you see in faces
you blindly claim, for the taking.
You see not the namaz
Fervently doth the faithful;
Nor hear you the recitals
Of hymns rendered fateful.
You saw not the Hindu.
Nor the Muslim, saw you.
Saw you nil, hear you naught,
But mankind panicked and racing out