Japanese Tsunami Poem by menash mohan shrestha

You used to be my queen in Fukushima.
And now you are soaked up in aroma.
It made you blushed in blue.
So that you are surrounded by this hullabaloo.
Your thoughts were so oceanic, you were so
domicile.
Now it made you so gigantic and yet so
fragile.
I struggled with tons and tons of debris.
But you are seen as a dead in BBC.
And I dug out to make pyramids of sand.
Now you are counted to make it a ten
thousand.
I searched for you in the flotsam and jetsam.
But you passed away before you entirely
blossom.
No matter how many times this sea touches
my feet for apology.
But I'd never forgive it as it has engulfed you
as TSUNAMI.
Dedicated to the lovers who's lost their
partners in Japan.