Sunday, November 14, 2010

Horrible tragedy

Thought just a tremor,
And didn’t fear much
As she was only eight,
But felt something was wrong.

Not few hours went,
When she saw the horror,
With her eyes,
Tsunami...taking away all...

She didn’t know what it was,
Neither did she know will it cause much,
Reckoned just a tide...
But not when it entered her hut...

She saw her mother floating,
She tried to scream,
She tried to give a hand to her,
She couldn’t...she couldn’t...

She turned back, startled,
To see her baby brother
Already gone, yard’s away
Along with his toys...

Oh, what could she do,
To save herself?...Nothing, but
Cling to a nearby stilt,
Seeing many families die.

She was in panic,
Not a tear in her cheek,
But felt her face
Go pale and hands get numb.

Not knowing what to do,
When she didn’t know to swim
Then was heard a familiar voice,
Her father! She was now relieved...

But for just few seconds,
Because she saw him float too,
Yelling her name, that echoed
In her ears, long after he was gone.

She lost her grip to the stilt,
And felt herself, drowning,
And everything blurring,
And she passed out, just like that.

To wake up after long,
What seemed like years,
Forgetting the horrible scenes
That she didn’t like to remember.

She felt her body soar with pain
And touched the dried blood on her forehead...
She was far away from shore,
From her hut, that had been her home all her life.

She wandered around,
Nowhere to go,
No one she knew to trust
But knowing she wanted to live.

God didn’t leave her alone,
Now in the memory, she lives,
Of her family, how they lived,
Years ago, until tsunami struck...

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