Cyclone Roanu
how it came over
the dark sky
in midday of summer
and washed our livelihood away.
Of fishermen and teachers
of tourist guides and hotel managers,
of people from a thousand walk of life
living from coast to coast
and fleeing their meager homes
to save them from
the godless monster
called cyclone Roanu
of big sheltering buildings
people struggling for space
and a piece of bread.
cyclone Roanu
how it brought havoc
and lived for a few hours
tearing our lives
and homes
made over the years
of toil and sweat
under the bright light
of the lord's blessing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem