The Train Bombing Poem by Sandra Martyres
The Train Bombing
Over a year has gone by
She was on that train
She heard the blast
But she was riveted to her seat
She could neither shout nor move
She was choking
Like she had swallowed her own tongue
A feeling of numbness had gripped her
Everything went blank she later said
When she woke up in a hospital bed
Anxious doctors were peering into her eyes
To look for some signs of consciousness
She slowly stared back at them
She still could not speak
Then the tears flowed freely
And only her mother's voice could be heard
'She's alive, thank God she's alive ' she cried
This is the miraculous story
Of Anita -my dear friend
I too whispered a silent prayer
To thank God for having saved her
From the terrorist's master-minded disaster.
There are always little miracles to give us hope, it seems. (smile)
the flow of write is good. you can attempt writing story also. shan
the dreadfullness is staunch..only those who face or empathise can narrate
the scare this bomb culture gives is terrible...putting the common people in between has become..a strategy..i sometimes wonder what they are fighting for...thank god your friend recovered
A moving write you bring in well of a disastrous event, Sandra...your poem presentation style is good...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/12/2024 4:48:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Touching piece Sandra....she was lucky and we should be thankful for that...Fi 10+++