Chilling night, lit by pyres burning everywhere,
Ears flooded with cries of the helpless that went unheard
Pavements surrounded with corpses and despair
Praying, begging, crying just for a gasp of air….
Waiting their turn to burn their loved ones
To bid farewell and apologise
For denying them the dignity that every being deserves
For the moments of suffering they endured, struggling for a breath.
It’s all over now, but the ground under is slipping
The uncertainty of life or even a dignified death, is frightening.
It’s become a privilege in these times to have someone near
When you leave this world, bidding goodbye to this inferno and fear.
The Cynic Loggerhead 