Everyone needs help.

Short poem.

N/a.

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It’s up to you how you consider the meaning of this short poem. You may offer this to all your loved ones – to your parents; to a friend; to a special someone. However for me, this poem is for the one who sacrificed his life for me and I pray I could be with this man after my life on Earth.

So much devastation with the earthquakes, fires, tornadoes, hurricanes. When will it end?

Photograph taken from a balloon, five weeks after the terrible earthquake that struck San Francisco in 1906. From the air shows the devastation caused by the earthquake and subsequent fire to it. The photograph shows the area of ​​Nob Hill Road business district. The Fairmont Hotel in background at left. (Photo courtesy of Harry Myers).

A man faces a catastrophe.

Who can forget what happened in the small hours of the 30th September 1993? On the previous day I had gone to bed, expecting tomorrow to be like the so many tomorrows that had followed one another in weary succession. But the day, which dawned on 30th September 1993, proved to be different and brought to me a new and horrible experience.

Poem about a violent earthquake.