Treasure – Lost and found
Blood and tears freely flew in a sad profusion
Lifeless bodies lay around in chaotic confusion
The street was smeared with the ravages of senseless gore
To her bosom a woman clasped her lifeless child-aged four
Blissfully unaware of this sad story a man rummaged in a garbage can
Ah! The brutal callousness of this insensitive man
With a serendipitous gleam, his eyes became round
In the debris of hopes, what had he found?
With indecent haste, toward the object he lunged
Alas, to what abysmal depths had he plunged?
From the corner of his eyes, he looked around
And threw himself at the treasure he had found.
With grimy hands, his cheeks he wiped
In the air, a triumphant hand he swiped.
Then on one leg he pitifully hobbled
On the street-blood-soaked and cobbled.
The treasure snugly under his arm
His face now looked ….ah so calm.
For, under his right arm, his left leg he carried
Alas, just a week back he had been married!
... and the child sleeps
In the morning sky dark clouds did loom
Pregnant with portents of gloom.
People emerged from every corner and nook
When with a horrifying sound the earth shook.
The morning calm had been torn asunder
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