Echoes of the Deep

A tremor stirred the ocean floor,

A wrath the ancient seabeds bore.

With thundered force, the waters swelled,

And death in liquid form was held.

From Sumatra’s shore to India’s grace,

It swept with dark, relentless pace.

The waves, like giants, crushed the land,

With ruin carved by nature’s hand.

Sri Lanka wept, and Thailand bled,

As coastlines turned to fields of dread.

In every cry, a soul was torn,

In every hush, a world was mourned.

Yet from the wreckage, voices rose,

With strength that only sorrow knows.

Though shattered lands were draped in pain,

The will to rise endured the strain.

#26th December, 2004