The Step Stone Of Love Cries Poem by Pallab Chaudhury

The tsunami struck and has devastated all.
I was sitting on the tread of a step stone.
The wind on the bay was sweet and mild.
The Rabana-mustache (grass)was on the feet nearby.
The seagull was gliding under the golden sun.
And the wild duck- in under-water-swim.
Soon as the dawn, he came out, as usual
With a boat to fish in the deep sea.
The tsunami came following a hidden path
And struck on the step stone
As if a crumbling glass wall!

The sea is now calm and quiet;
The victims had their houses re-built;
The Rabana-mustache was seen
to grow again on the beach;
The tiny wave knocks at the auricles
and ventricles to distract me.
All on a sudden, I see the broken boat
And thatched roofs on the deadly beach!
The tsunami came-
And it's in the nightmare now;
It makes me awake-up often
as if it is about to come!

I waited and waited,
But he didn't come
And didn't knock too at the door!
The step stone of love
so cries even now at Sadras.


Translated: 18-06-2018.
*The poem is written in the memory of Tsunami 2004.