The Worst Day Poem by Arfa Iris

the monday(11/04/2011) was my worst day,
none should face such day, i pray.

the shocking news of our aunts disease,
snatched our joy and all the ease.

we were facing turmoil from many days,
worries racing towards us from all the ways.

many of my nights were sleepless.
just that night i slept, but restless.

it was few minutes past 6, i was in bed,
with worries and tension my dreams were fed.

it was early, when in my room sister entered,
i opened my eyes when her cries i heard.

between her sobs, she gave the news of uncle's death.
i couldn't believe and held my breath.

this was unexpected and too worst
my heart ached and tears burst.

already our aunt is on deathbed,
then how can doctors declare uncle dead?

we are not ready to loose our aunt.
how can we loose our uncle? no! we can't!