The Deluge and its After

A pair of hands can hold;
Pairs of hands can lift.
Lifting is a heavier task,
As heavy as the person or thing lifted.
Disaster breaks life into pieces,
Along with people's hope for revival.
Pairs of hands split into groups,
To hold the hopes of retrieval,
And lift hopes along with the victims
Of sudden dislocation of days and nights.
As hands can not lift without holding,
Hopes cannot hold without lifting.
Losses vary,between those who have lost
And those who assess the weight of losses.
The weight of hope is always less than
The weight of losses and their lasting blows.
While the weight of loss is extrinsic,
The weight of the pain of loss is intrinsic.
But seeing others suffer as flotsam and jetsam, 
Perceptions pour pain into the soul of humanity,
From those who suffer to those who see them suffer.
Being part of a deluge is almost similar to being into it.
Transfer of pain triggers relief and succour in plenty
Through millions of pairs of hands from many zones,
Shutting the flow of pain through hope raisers.
Humanity hails huge tragedies with a united 'down down'
Thereby destroying the draconian influx of deluge,
By mounting mammoth hopes one above the other
With a single mind, that stalls the surge of disasters.
P.Chandrasekaran