Waking up today threw my heart in the most haunting nightmare
When I gazed the calendar is stuck at 21st September
My eyes wide open and my mind fighting with the
indomitable memories
My heart missed a beat and I yearned death at the pulse
Its been eight years of the dark day when it happened
But the scars are yet verdant and fresh like never been healed
Giggling and garrulous were all of us, the train rustling like talking with the furious winds
It stopped then there and I went down to grab their demands
It was the moment I turned back, all diminished down to ashes
I got burnt too perhaps more than them, my three friends
Not from the body but the soul
All the laughter and the shrill got decomposed there leaving
my world at standstill
I wonder sometimes why I couldn't cry that day
The voices still echo in my hears but it gives me no happiness
Its the heavy burden which still couldn't go way down my throat
Its fixed there like a stone carving off my every breath
May be the day I would meet them in the other world
My deep frozen tears and pain will get extricated and fly free...
The scars of life! Faced with problems every now and then. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great memory nicely shared, Wonderful poem, You are a poetess to reckon with.