Fani

Fani

P K Routray

Well forecasted was the cyclone

but ill crafted was our preparation

to stand the Fani’s massacre and murder

at the capital and smart city Bhubaneswar.

The fury of nineteen ninety-nine super cyclone,

then Hood Hood, Phailini, its citizens had borne

Too complacent were they to judge its magnitude

“Yes they would sail through” was their attitude,

Or the cyclone would weaken or change its rout

on the accuracy of meteorological say they had doubt.

But Fani’s eye fell right on our city with all its ferocity

uprooting trees, electric poles towers in plenty.

With no power, no water no communication

hell was the life accustomed to the modern contraption

The status quo for a week made the life miserable

hot humid weather making the living woeful.

Under the physical torture, the prayers were forgotten

with pangs and pains, we found Hell’s real definition.

Our heaven had collapsed in the teeth of Fani the monster

perhaps to teach us to shun our greed from growing fatter.

training us to live with scanty power and water

Can we, with the change of earth’s meteorological parameter?

The science has advanced so also the modernization

tampering the creators' symphony cause thus destruction.

An aftermath reflection on Fani’s furry

pardoned our lapses in preparation in hurry

No preparation excepting abandoning city for a fortnight

could have avoided us from the hellish plight.

Hey Fani, Hoodhod phailin why do you come?

is it to prove man lacks and needs real wisdom.