after the cyclone
wind blows hours violent
snapping trees like match sticks
throwing cars trucks like pees
the world is devastated silent
nature rests quiet
birds refuse to sing
survivors seek
quiet time to rest
an eerie cyclone
spent stillness beats
loud in wind shock
ravaged spent air reset
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
As I am thankful for your poem. I live in an earthquake zone, with many memories of childhood earthquakes; that strange stillness after a cyclone is similar to the stillness after large earthquakes, when nature stops before a reset.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know now Dillip is proud Bravo! ! !
Hopefully Dillip will like the poem 'The Sacred Vitality Of Life' then, another short dedication poem.