Phailin

(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.) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 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.