Mangesh Sonawane

Rookie (5th July)

Child In The Blizzard - Poem by Mangesh Sonawane

A child in the blizzard,
Naked in the snow.
Alone, cold, in the dark
Lay prone, freezing.
He cried and cried,
Unheard over the wind
Afraid, unaware and lost.

The wind blew, and the night grew,
Ever darker, past the sunset.
Leaving a poor child curled and cold
In an uncaring storm.
As the snow slowly grew,
Burying him underneath,
As his wails reached out.

But no one heard,
And no one cared
Over the roaring wind.
Those that that could hear,
Those that wandered near,
Didn't care to look for
A pale figure in the pale snow.

A piteous howl split the night
But was quickly whisked away
By an indifferent wind.
Perhaps someone would hear,
But just wouldn't care,
Perhaps brush it off as just a wolf,
Not a dying child.

The hours wore on
The storm died down,
And there was a profound silence;
The cries of the child having
Long since faded away
With no one to hear or care.
And the silence bore on.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 9, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 9, 2012


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