By Anushka Khare
A ship wrecked on the shores of the Great Sea.
Waves crashing into the now-dead wooden chunks of it.
A hierarchy to be followed to mourn for the lost souls.
It was the evening of a saddening sun,
Lowering its proud head, burying it deep down within the seabed.
The whole world seems to mourn,
But the ones gone are never to return.
Tiny specks of dust floating in the heavy air of grief, making it heavier.
I too was a spectator,
Witnessing the brutality of what we call beautiful.
So many names, all vanished within the density of the deep, dark sea.
Thunderous skies now weeping too—
They’ve seen it all:
Yesterday, today,
And they’ll witness it again.
Their tears will wreck another ship.
To end misery is to die—
But go where?
A question my mind still ponders upon,
A thought lingers in my heart.
Not long will I have to wait before another ship wrecks.
I hope I’ll be on board.