I sit silently and gaze out the window of this slow-moving train <br />I catch my breath, as my eyes land upon the angry, Indian Ocean <br /> <br />Memories bring storms rushing towns, wicked winds stealing homes <br />Children swallowed in your churning, for you can muster no mercy <br /> <br />My mind recalls trees weeping for death, as relentless rains fell <br />Washing away precious life and love, as the earth was transformed <br /> <br />Destruction and devastation surrounds both you and me, dear ocean <br />No peace nor safety exists to bring the welcome site of a sailing ship <br /> <br />History books hide the truth of your fury toward the people of this land <br />For your cruel waves have claimed many lives under this now blue sky <br /> <br />Through the train's window, I see the Hell caused by your anger <br />But, alas, I see also your vast, endless gift and timeless beauty<br /><br />Kathup Tsering<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/train-s-window/
