Phailin Poem by Sathya Narayana

(On 12-10-13, i.e. yesterday night, just 1.5 kms from Bay of Bengal, at Naupada, Srikakulam district, Andhra Pradesh, watching Phailin from my official quarters I composed this poem.)
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Again storm,
after Laila and Neelam
arrived Phailin...
yeah, She is one
The Mother Nature!
Oh, isn't it our custom
to call the divine
with thousands of names

But, I am curious;
is this Mother's ire or cry?
Is she furious or dolorous?
Hasn't she always reacted
against human vice.

Come on O' Mother
ye jump and hop
ye spring and vault
ye spin, caper and dance
ye jet, ye jog and jolt.

We need this brunt,
this shock and strong assault...
Come thee O' Mother,
wash off our sins,
melt down our brutal preen...
O'Mother thou are divine
thy ire does mean to clean.

Whether thou are joyous or furious,
whether I see morrow or not
this moment is mine.
Thee I've seen
in thy full form, thy strength
and thy omnipotence
Oh Thy Viswa roopam
O' Ma Durga, Kalika, O' Varuni,
O'Ma Bhavani, O' Kalaratri
proving again thy fame...
Yeah this moment is mine
this moment is mine.