In this minute is a time of disaster,
Up with a second of mild calamity.
This means a battle has been won,
Life is on our side again, for the peace has come.
Water and ice can not be the same,
Nor can they be different;
Similarly, the accidents that happen
Are one of the same and also different
As they exist, and in these seconds.
The Sun had a notion of my day’s catastrophe,
Heat melted the ice of the polar region,
And travellers forgave the stationary men
When the dull day ended with an accident -
The roof fell, muttering away first then collapsing
To accept us as buried, by the rubble as you know.
This disaster was concrete and never the talk of nonsense,
This second was a tragedy of the highest eminence.
Naveed Akram
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-of-disaster/
