Howling Pompeii Poem by Bobby yadav

No writer was left alive
No poet to frame the happenings
No women to become wife
No men to exchange rings
No child was spared to live his future
No future to recite its glory
No slave or Gladiator to kill each other
No single life which mattered to see aftermath.
The only thing left behind was darkness
Merged in those ashes and volcanic chants
Floods formed by tears,
Flowing through corpse and their dying fears
Sun lost its existence and day went darker then night
There was no enemy with whom humans could have fight
In those darkness and abyss,
You could still hear the crying of the men and women
Shouting children's for help as they ran
Roaring animals, which saw death before it came
Bounded by speech they had no one to claim
No place was safer for them to hide,
Nor did god came to shelter, where they could reside
Some prayed for help, some for death
But there were few who knew gods too have left
To help them to survive from death theft
Now this place holds the victim of nature's crime
Waiting to cry their story, as their history is frozen in time ….