The Last Cry Poem by Lingam ajji

The apocalypse befell.
Red hot sprites of fire consumed the deep blue sky,
Swiftly turning the lustrous human skin
Into jet black roasted meat.
Hands and heads floated in waters,
Lands strewn with dead carcass-
Beckoned a feast to the beasts.
The game of atrocity lasted no more,
Universe reacted, nature took its course.

Caught amidst the labyrinth of cadavers,
Towering high and piling deep
Was a little girl-
Following the illusionary shadows,
Searching for a sign of life,
Contemplating the cause,
Witnessing a sight beyond comprehension,
A sight like none other.
Left her hopeless and marked the end.

She walked a street of broken castles,
Fairy tales shattered by cruel reality,
Shards of glass smiled upon her tender feet,
Sounds of her grieving cries echoed-
While she strolled the woods smeared in blood,
Rumbles of the holocaust cluttered her thoughts.
She was a strong seed, born for a reason,
Time had come, to celebrate life.
To be the one.

She rhapsodized-
Father, I walk in your footsteps,
Mother, I carry your love,
The residues of the catastrophe remain
Whilst the glory of your presence long gone,
To rebuild my unclaimed land,
The heiress of your legacy,
The survivor of earth-
Will live to thrive!