A fear takes birth from my soul
on thinking that dreadful night.
I thought it’s the end of the world as a whole
or a part of it
that I couldn’t fight.
I couldn’t hold a hand for they were asleep
and only I was
awake to witness that.
“oh Lord! I’m afraid even to weep.
Why am I alone to see the night as a cat?”
I even wished if it was a dream,
a dream just to frighten me.
It was too scary even to scream.
I want to sleep not to see.
I thought I was alone suffering.
But there were many speechless creatures.
I saw them fallen down the next morning.
Now they remain with all dead features.
That stormy night made me just scared,
but made them all dead.
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