This is an initial write-up of a poem which never got a shape due to lack of time and laziness.. I hope it gets a concrete form soon, but I strongly doubt it considering the upcoming exam season. So here goes…
Black clouds – gusty winds – dark day – crying sky – praying lips – trembling with fear – fierce thunders – loud screams – leaking roofs – dripping hair – held hands – human chain – unrelenting rain – gushing flood – knee deep water – connecting our hearts was a thin thread of hope – frightened eyes – timid beings – happy to see even a far away silhouette – frozen hearts – sundry dead – crumpled lives – wails to help – intolerable helplessness – love and kindness manifests – makes us brothers – an unrelated fraternity, a strong connection born from pain – once its over, its not just over – it leaves an indelible scar for once and all – the lips still pray – in eyes still fear abodes – the cruel game that nature plays – throws them off their usual lives – leaves thousands helter-skelter – throws them off their usual life – to change it for ever and ever – But for those who live- there is still hope – the very hope that saved their life.
Although it has no shape, I guess the essence of what I wanted to write is pretty clear. Comments are welcome..
Black clouds – gusty winds – dark day – crying sky – praying lips – trembling with fear – fierce thunders – loud screams – leaking roofs – dripping hair – held hands – human chain – unrelenting rain – gushing flood – knee deep water – connecting our hearts was a thin thread of hope – frightened eyes – timid beings – happy to see even a far away silhouette – frozen hearts – sundry dead – crumpled lives – wails to help – intolerable helplessness – love and kindness manifests – makes us brothers – an unrelated fraternity, a strong connection born from pain – once its over, its not just over – it leaves an indelible scar for once and all – the lips still pray – in eyes still fear abodes – the cruel game that nature plays – throws them off their usual lives – leaves thousands helter-skelter – throws them off their usual life – to change it for ever and ever – But for those who live- there is still hope – the very hope that saved their life.
Although it has no shape, I guess the essence of what I wanted to write is pretty clear. Comments are welcome..
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