The Disaster Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
The Disaster
Nothing is visible
Inside or outside
The sound of blasts
Is heard from miles
Is there an earthquake?
Or has something fallen
From the sky making a
Deep depression in the ground?
No one is there
To witness and say the truth
They trod upon a field of
Human carcasses
Covering their noses
And mouths and ears
When the debris will
Be lifted the blood and flesh
Will tell the truth
The truth
How inhuman we have become
Yes. The bitter truth. Liked the penultimate line the most
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12/8/2025 2:47:55 AM # 1.0.0
The inhuman in our nature appears to be surfacing. Your poem so brilliantly illustrates that fact! Great poem, Poet Panda!