On a black day, joy overflowing,
When mind is still submerged in mirth and revelry,
Somewhere, someplace i have been to, is washed away.
In tears and agony, the Tsunami engulfs the land.
All the human race, claims the ultimate power,
But all it takes from my mother is a whisker.
Everything known in the square radius
Brought down in a blink of a second.
For good or for bad, i cannot judge.
Everything has a meaning but maybe not.
I cannot extend my hand for help, this far away,
But here is my gift, to all ye souls rejoined with my mother.
This petty money would not save the day
But all i can do is offer it and pray.
Peace take me and offer serenity
Burn my agony and blessed be thee.