Please Don'T Let It Happen Again(Musical Tune Of A Commoner) Poem by nithya raghavan

Standing outside our burnt building,
just like a king who,
stands outside his burnt palace,
we spill our jargon,
of how our loved ones,
were bled to death,
just by a few bullets,
that flew up the air,
few bombs, that engulfed,
all our spirits by its sound,
Of how our cheeks,
blushed, because of,
the endless shedding of tears,
just like the clouds blush,
wearing the garment of sunset,
only thing being, our blush,
is drenched in sadness,
Of how many people,
whisper behind the shadows,
of buildings like,
insects that groan in the dark,
Of how many wings of terror,
rocks our city,
just like the cradle of death,
rocks an innocent infant,
Watching all the events,
in stark silence,
Trying to get our eyes accustomed,
to brightness of light,
we allow our souls to,
mumble in fear to God,
'Please don't let it happen again'.