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

Comments

  1. My deepest sympathy and feelings with the victims of the tragedy.
    Anjana, your words have portrayed the pain and feelings of those people who are survivors of this tragedy and I felt as if the words of the poem were being narrated by someone who was a victim of the nature's fury.

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  2. So beautifully written!!
    One of your best poems yet ❤️❤️❤️

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    1. Thank you so much Ammu; your encouragement is my drive ❤️

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