The mountains shudder
Tremors run
The ground beneath
Opens up
A world undone.
Houses crumble
Like cookies in
A random
Collapse of
Concrete dreams
Buried deep in rubble
Barely seen
Dusty fingers grope
For life
Desperate hope within
The dead are freed
The living cry
For theirs is the
Greater
Death to die
Torn usunder from
a living known
Flung into
Chaos, a world
Overthrown
Questions, prayers
Fervent pleas
Anything to restore
To bring
Reluctant peace
And yet it does not
Stop, they come
Shocks after shocks
Shattering hopes
That this
Would end, for some
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Sanghamitra Bose
Member Since: 18 Aug, 2014
Sanghamitra Bose lives and works in Singapore. An MBA from MS University, Baroda, she has held leadership positions in several industries such as Hospitality, Financial Services, Education and Travel. Sanghamitra has travelled widely and lived in ...
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