Bereaved Cries of the Orphaned Souls
Life goes on and stays for none It is easier when said than done Where darkness prevails with no sun Alas! It has become just a mere pun The multitude of mutilated ones Where arms and legs belong to none Buried in the depth of catastrophic runs Misery of heart know not how to shun Bereaved cry of the living souls Who lost their precious in mudslide tolls Is it a boon or a curse to remain alive With only life and nothing else to survive What can heal an ailing heart? What comfort can promises impart? The dreams and aspirations they strived to attain Is now but blemishes and unremovable pain ©Anjana PremKumar 2024