Running down her liquid eye
Was a bloody tear
It dropped down on the bare ground
And caused a gory smear
I fell on the floor
Beads of sweat on my forehead
I tried recognizing that beautiful woman
Who had thrown me off my bed
Something about her bothered me
The fear in her eyes, or her white pale face
Something I wouldn’t forget
But carry around with me through all my living days
I calmed down and closed my eyes
Trying to push it aside, calling it a dream
But I was afraid and upset
And literally swallowed a scream
I opened my eyes
Realization dawned upon me
That barren, cracked land
Signified history
The woman, Mother India she was
Weeping tears of blood
The reason that I looked for
Landed on my head with a loud thud
How could our history be destroyed?
A past filled with glory
Did no one preserve a single structure?
A memory or even a story?
If this is the plight of the present
I wonder how the future would be
Maybe they’d be lost
With no yesterday to see
I held my hands close to my heart
And whispered a silent hymn
That those little faces coming up
Shouldn’t have a future so dim
Preserving what we had
Is the only way to save what we will
Saying those last words
I let my pen stay still
V.Amrithavarshini
11-C
