Natural Disasters Poems

Earth Takes a Fresh Breath

asteroids descend
lava erupts from below
flood waters sweep clean
leaving traces of its stay
for wildfires to have its way

A Drama In Two Parts

They left Southampton with a coal fire down below,
Olympic class of the White Star Line, little did they know.
Irish-built in Belfast, one iceberg was all it took as,
with insufficient lifeboats, the whole wide world it shook.
Departing Queenstown, compartments not all watertight,
unsinkable or so they said, until that tragic night...
(almost a six-day cruise).
She was poorly equipped

Glorious mud

A simple recipe of water, silt, soil and clay
Nature's potion; so powerful, so useful, so dangerous
Uncontrollable and untethered is this egalitarian mixture
Loved and loathed by human and animal

Low tide, the muddy shores of the Victorian Thames beckoned
The ragged-clothed mudlark scavenged for anything he could sell
Scrap iron, animal fat, coal, pieces of rope and canvas -

Colors of the Wind

pause to hear a storm
listen to its vast noises
admire its voices
winds that blew in infamy
crackled as romantic fires

state huts wade through muck
spiders and newborns pancaked
trouble from the breeze
it stretched over our tall walls
but into their tenements

furious horses
unimagined violence
warfare wind wallops
nests shaken out by breezes
some people gather again

Incompetence

Global warming is no accident,
it has an ancient antecedent
with one important difference:
That first deluge was by decree,
the one scientists predict will be
by man’s incompetence –
the better word is stupidity.

On the Serengeti

Why are there so many steps to reach certainty?
To be honest, I wish my roots would let me leave calmly 
So much grows fast around me;
I feel like the only tree
Trying to break through the canopy
Searching for sunlight feverishly
But in this shade, I can not see what's hurting me
I just feel the cuts once again

Within the Whispered Wind

Within the whispered wind, bumble bees
fly their syncopated figure eights.
Praying mantises fall to their knees
	…within the whispered winds.

Rich blessings float from heavenly gates
and set kissing dragonflies at ease
before all worldly sorrow abates.

Sunday psalms sung softly in the breeze
settle where the flock congregates.
Hallowed ambience exudes heartsease 
	…within the whispered wind.

Each inch of my niche

The whirlwind rolled in rings at the eyewall,
Wild gale blew through the open tropical field.
I'd forgotten to close the windows tight,
And the ensuing rain inundated each inch of my niche.
The hurricane hurriedly stripped the veld of its peace.

Dry air pacified the expanse of the grassland,
The massive flood drained into a sunken cesspool,
My thoughts swayed to

Her Body, The Battleground

she screamed into the camera
and became a voice of millions
someone called her a child of wealth
while someone called her fury fake

it all came from the mouth of an ill man
who would sit on his porch, almost at the death door
for how long should a fool ignore, the capitalism and greed?
he lost his shame when he

The Great Collapse

children dying in the global south
we cannot drink oil and gas
coral reefs are dying in the ocean
we cannot eat coal and live
species are facing extinction
he keeps filling his vaults while 
children starve from hunger
and diseases spreading like wildfire

this poet finds it preposterous
why should i be afraid of the one in wrong?
to say out loud their

Not a Hoax

"the oceans are becoming more salty
our planet is turning into a complete gas chamber"-
to someone i sound like i am a case of immediate help
who needs serious knowledge on what a religious text has to say

you see the more the merrier is not the right saying
when it is breaking the natural balance
oceans are turning salty,

The Political Circus

there is a clown in every political house
he who denies the climate crisis
and calls it a "hoax"

there is a clown in every political house
presenting his circus show
to please his own kind

there is a clown in every political house
who loves to be at balls and parties
thus betraying his own nation

Helpless in Crisis

in one dream this poet saw a horrific scene
where i was sitting on top of the house
and yet water had reached that high
submerging everything in its way

in the same dream,
i saw a child getting washed away
while his mother screaming for help, ready to jump
to rescue but is held back by others

this poet tried to jump
but

Defenders

they flooded the towns with screams
that was louder than voice of their leaders
they flooded the towns with their signboards
calling out for help in the global south

the indigenous living deep in the forests
fighting everyday with a giant
with force so brutal that breaks their legs
but they still stand up and protect the land

the rich continues to get

Mother and Child: Part-II

the little child with innocence in his eyes
trying to calm his mother down
as tears keep rolling down her eyes
he continues his search for food in the mud

he did found something he could share
but its just one rotten potato covered in soil
its crazy how he has to live with this
when he has barely spent half a

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