The Climate of SPRING

The white pigeon jumping on the Balcony!
Peeping inside the room to find me Alone
As eager to convey the News of SPRING!
That being at arrival next to the Door
And to Cherish the shinning Sun of Dawn!
So to smell the Fragrance of Green Air
The Trees sighing with the flow of Wind
Recognizing Distant footsteps of the Mammals!
The birds singing and soaring on the SKy
And Beautification of Lucid sky in Tranquil of River!
All being receptive to the joy of Nature
And admiring the Eternal Compassion of Thee!
Though in the amidst of the Mess of Quake
Wait not to appreciate the Wondrous Season!

The Mirror of Earthquake

You coming back Again and Again
Carrying the pile of Distress!
Not only you left many without Shelters
But burdening the Earth for their lives
And the Malice taking a chance to grow!
The slayers of the Earthquake
Harming to those living with Hopes!
Your anger not that Detrimental!
Than those of Brainy with Mind
I salute your honesty for being Authentic!
And Expressing the real Temper on Face
To mirror the Human Acts in Distress
You the greatest Transformer of this Era!

The Grave of Disasters

The great Burial of the victims of Disasters!
For the Dead and to the Alikes
Those fear of being buried while Alive!
Just striving to exist on the Earth
And their hopes until the Breath ending!
Watching around the Shoulders to hold
Though the Lord's Eyes on the Distress!
More than the Calamities of Nature
Praying for the Morales of the Dignified!
Observing the Tampers on the Aids
And the Injured to carry on with Arms!
The better the calls from the Celestial
Merely on the judgement of the Supreme
To purify the souls of Mankind!