Ire of Mother Sea on the shore and sea
Has broken the bonds one can ever see.
Rich of her bossoms that used to nosh all
Has become deathbed to kill and bury.
Slapping on face with hammers of waves,
Mother Sea discounts cries and plea.
With powerful hands of water she grabs
Every possession, mother and baby.
Blue-haired Mother with a foamy mouth;
For a short moment, would you hear me?
With mothers’ passion and motherly care
Spare this good world, with it spare me.
Maybe to our greed, ungratefuleness
With rolling water you are paying fee.
Despite this blow and vicious attacks
We have been living into your mercy.
Perhaps, Mother Sea you are testing us
If others’ sufferings as ourselves’ we see.
If we are reeling from others’ wounds
As we are jumping at times of glee.
Perhaps, you warn us that we are at loss
As long we nurture seeds of enmity.
Surely Mother Sea, once you do observe
Not-ending amount of our sympathy;
Your blue smiles from coast to coast
Wurely shall attest that you are happy.
With your happiness on the face of Earth
We too are content; we too are happy.
January 3, 2005
Ottawa, Ontario
In sypathy with victims of Tsunami
