|My Seventh One!! :D|
" I have something.......... to tell you, "
The man merely whispered, lying down,
Unable to move a limb even an inch,
Trapped under the monstrous branch of tree,
Covered with wet grime and debris all over,
Ravaged by starvation that is drilling his stomach,
Being on the same spot for two days,
He couldn't tell if it was day or night,
His eyes were half-open,
And mind was in a spinning vortex,
His pain in the exponential limits,
Clothes torn and face contorted,
With high dosage of agony and worry.
Looking at the dark sky,
Or so he thought,
" And if you are true ......pray, ....... listen to my words,
All I wanted, was to........buy milk for my little girl ".
A trickle of tear oozed out of his eye.
He couldn't cry out loud,
For his throat was far beyond dry.
" I don't think I can do anything now.
All I want is that my little girl Anu and my dear wife should be alright,
Have mercy on them atleast!
Anu must be hungry.....She must be crying....oh...oh...oh..."
More tears trickle and wet his cheeks.
" I am very sorry, Anu...
I have let you down.
Hope you forgive me.....
His chest heaved upwards for a final time.
By now, you must have guessed it. Yes, it is from the perspective of a victim of the recent Uttarkhand flood disaster that has been merciless. :(
This poem is fictitious.
Spare the amateurish poetry :)
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.