Tears on highway
Today all of we are the victim of civilization.
You may dead under a tree of a silent street
Red ants are enjoying your beauty
With the camera a reporter is there
A headline of your death news may
See in the daily newspapers
Photo of an unidentified dead body
Has got in a street
There will be photo of a perfect camera
Only an eye-an eye
A wounded eye
Looking an eye, full of love
I will understand
You have died last day
In the mid path.
Then For your death
Will I blame myself responsible?
Or the civilization?
– For your Death-Abul Hasan(translated by: Kallayni Nondi)
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The wind blows 260 km/h, the seawater rash 10-15 feet high. Thousands of people died, more then that lost in the sea. People lost their houses, castles, ripen crops of the fields. This entire thing happens in one night, in hours only. SIDR, one of the cruel Cyclones in Bangladesh history, attack in the costal area on 15 November 2007 at mid night. Hole country is powerless and in dark for 24 hour. No network connection, No TV channel, No radio, there were no way to know what happen in the costal areas.
I reached at Shoronkhola, one of the most damaged areas of costal reason after 3 days of SIDR with some of my friends. This is the first time I experience such a vast destruction of Mother Nature. Many people still searching their family members, all the drinking water of ponds were salty; human and cattle dead bodies are floating on the water. Father searching his daughter in the bush, son found his mother dead body that can merely recognized.
…. there are no place to bury the dead bodies….
….no food…. no drinking water…. no words…
….only the hidden tears …..
…..only the smell of the dead bodies…..
……flouting all over the wind….
But this is not the main story. I also discover how human fight against the nature; start new life from the destruction. To me this braveness and strongness of the coastal people is the true sprit of Human being.
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