Life needs constant rearrangements.
With disasters, demolitions and bereavements,
The living had to rearrange their lives,
Around the grieves and losses,
Accepting their survival among many departed,
Accepting their breathings in new arrangements,
Polluted with melancholy and suffering,
Helplessly flowing with the tide of time,
Smiling with bleeding hearts at the innocence of Nature,
And their emptied bruised hands lifted up for prayers,
Asking not for help,
But for the courage to live the life with all the suffered losses.