That Terrible Night Poem by Swapan Deep Singh

That night, that terrible night;
I was dreaming of God, thanking him
For his blessings showered upon me and my family;
When suddenly I heard my sister shouting,
“Earthquake! Earthquake! Run out all.”
I rushed to safety, waiting for my kin to come;
When nature turned turbulent;
My house crumbled in front of my eyes;
My family died in front of my eyes.
I screamed hard, aloud;
Screamed for my mother, screamed for my father;
But alas! No reply.
I went to the rubble, could find nothing;
Nothing except my sister’s broken glasses,
My father’s daily diary,
My mother’s golden chain.
My tears froze.
I shouted again, but in vain.
Was there any God? I now doubted.
No there wasn’t, or this should not have been.
I cried and wept and shrieked;
But there was no one to answer.
Those dreadful days however passed by,
But I still live on roads,
Sleep on footpaths;
Recalling that terrible night sometimes.
Wondering what we humans are trapped in;
A web of inexplicably uncertain adversities;
Earning each day, spending each day;
Not knowing if we may live the next second.