middle of the day
the quake is powerful
a destructive force
earth's mighty power unleashed
chaos in the wake
buildings shake and collapse
bodies trapped under rubble pile
women, children and men
the thousands of lives lost
the tears on faces
of those left alive
fifty seconds
time stood still
seven years have passed
feels like only yesterday
when the earth moved
the pillars and beams crumbled
the cremations at Aryaghat
crying eyes, bleeding hearts, broken spirits
seven years have passed
less than a minute
the earthquake changed fates
crying eyes, bleeding hearts, broken spirits
fifty seconds
time stood still
seven years ago on April 25
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