By Ruchi Agarwal
Millions dead at once,
and thousands crippled.
Destruction and devastation.
A complete surprise explosion.
" A fire storm."
Causing burn into ashes ,
Into fumes it crashes.
Deaf and blind for decades.
They were left, to sublate.
The dead were died,
The survivors survived.
The terror never heard or seen,
Incredible history had been.
The city ceased to exist.
The ones stepping over the corpses,
never had been out of grief.
The hellish version of afterlife,
in brief.
The burnt black faces still haunts.
When the weeping and sobbing of many,
are heard beyond.
On the sea shore,
they are running in crowd,
screaming aloud,
to drowm in water.
From dead to die,
from weep to cry.
And then all at once ,
they disappear at a glance.
Amidst , death and destruction,
combination of luck and predestination,
encircled few to witness,
the horrified poisonous distress.
Near to a centennial,
The high fumes of the burial,
the natural side effects,
causing defect.
Yes, even after seven decade
The frightful sight , didn't cease to fade.
Fantastic