In The Form Of Wind....Iam Alive Still........ Poem by Sebastine Humaemo

From the sky I looked down
whats going on just below
there I lay quite and calm
motionless and dead on the road
runnig cars seemed to be paused
for others I became a picture to be watched

People ran... rushing to the scene
some started to shout..accident and scream
shivering I walked... to the place
where my body layed.....with blood soaked face
There he stood who knocked me dead
for the cops questions he keeps silent and calm

with tears I shout... no am not yet dead
when some start to say...Oh God! ! poor he is dead
It's a small crime...some do while driving their way
for their mistakes........few like me
go dead missing their loved ones and just lay

seeing the blood soaked teddy and scattered new dress
something remembered me... I got it for my kid
to make her smile..on tomorrow's birthday feast
guess she sleeps....... with tons of dreams by the phone
hugging her mum...soon expecting me home

As an unseen soul, with tears loud I cry
between the paused road I start running towards my home
while God and angels... high above... who wait for me
call me by name...saying please do return soon
before the news that 'Iam dead ', reaches my wife and kid
I should be there to say....never cry cos am still alive as a wind........



.....for all my beloved ones, who lost their life in such a heart wrecking incident... I don hav rights to say ...hey you! don't drink....but I got rights for sure to say...dont drink or make a rash drive killing my loved ones..........love sebastine Humaemo