So vast, so beautiful, so deep,
So good, so generous you are,
Keeping palms open all the time
For those who come close to you.
But why are you cruel at times
For no rhyme or reason,
Behaving in a manner so strange
That you do not look yourself?
Why do you produce Tsunamis
That hit like heartless monsters,
Wiping out entire habitations
Drawn to you by your benevolence?
Why do you create cyclones
That wash away throbbing colonies
Why don’t you sometimes return
Fishermen lured by good catch?
Why do you sometimes carry
Unknown killers on your waves,
Why don’t you sink their boats,
Why don’t you drown them?