By Aparna Bandyopadhyay
Contributory Author for Spark Igniting Minds
As I watched those crying faces,
Standing behind the bamboo fence
Their helpless stares
at the barely wrapped bodies,
Pierced my soul, laid so bare.
No farewell and no homage
To a dear departed soul.
It all seemed like a deep black hole!
Morning, noon and night they come,
In droves in vans , rolling in as
nameless dead on this last journey.
Through a battle lost to a deadly foe,
Who felled them on to the gurney.
No dear ones to soothe their pain,
As they fought their final battle.
Faces covered to hide their spittle!
My heart is weary, tears are dry
As I buried these suffering souls.
I gently lift them with a silent prayer,
And take them to the last earth stop
And treat them with Love and care.
Herds of people walk in hope,
In suffering there is no poor or rich.
Everyone gasps as all air is out of reach!
I looked at those families who
Bid adieu from afar looking similar,
With masks covering their identity.
Their hollow eyes in pain, as abject loss took over from serendipity.
Families stand shocked in masked grief.
They all looked the same, as did I.
I meet death everyday and silently cry!
About the Author
Aparna has been a physics teacher in various Air Force Stations and Private schools in civilian areas, whenever stationed at a place. She has written articles and poems in Air Force magazines and regional publications.
She is now focusing on methods to make the environment green and safe. Her motto is to keep learning from young and old alike, there being no end date to learning.