Thunder claps, lightning bolt hits her hut, hut's on fire
Flames of the fire, grow angrier and more higher
Her baby, in her hand, she runs from the flames
Now the fields on fire, the clouds - the lady blames
She runs, the baby wails, their clothes half burnt, looks brown
She goes to other huts, no one is in the hut, no one is in town
Crying, limping along the muddy, wet road
The baby that she carries turns to be a heavy load
Sad to say, I don't know what happened to them after that incident
I don't even know where the mother and the boy went!
If you do know please let me know
Any suggestions? Yes or No?
-Gaurang Rao
Written for - http://magpietales.blogspot.com/
Oh, no. Who will ever know?
ReplyDeleteVery sad.
— K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
Startling write... powerful start, yet often with fires, destruction, one is left with this same question of wondering about those who's paths they have crossed in the darkest hour. Will one ever know what has happened to the dear mother? Will one ever know what happened to the hero who helped along the way?
ReplyDeleteyikes- strikes close to home with all the natural disasters world wide. Very sad indeed.
ReplyDelete..very sad piece Gaurang... it reminds me of Ondoy tragedy we had in our country.. where lots of folks died from the floods caused by the super typhoon.. very well expressed..(:
ReplyDeleteTake care,
powerful..
ReplyDeleteVery sad
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
lovely.
ReplyDeletewell done.
Striking-tone work, good stuff.
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