SECOND HAND
That
was the busiest street, lighted,
Flows
of traffic, relentless, hypnotic,
Resemblance
the lifestream lighted,
Matching
color spectrum myriad mind,
Urban-human
intoxicated, hues mingle,
Infect
city noise, bustling with people,
Crowded
malls, hotels, bars, restaurants,
Eateries,
exotic, aromatic, magnetic pull,
The
evening covering dense mist weaves,
Thickening
family bond fluorescent homes,
The
laughter, fun, roars of hearty invitations,
Uniting
people at home from hard work,
Tired
limbs demanding to relax calmly,
Quiet
fountains of love spring forth,
Escaping
out of windows music, gossip,
A
bystander resembles a ghost looks,
Vanished
in a few seconds a few days after,
Hard
to recognize the city, its beautiful street,
No
trace of these crowded market buildings,
No
trace of high-rise residential blocks,
No
traces of narrow lanes once romantic,
Heaps
of dust rubbles strewn half hazard,
Evening
settles, freezing temperature, dark,
No
electricity and a few are sitting huddled,
Watching
the bricks and cement slabs topple,
Their
families are under the ruins lying,
Never
could know living or dead pray,
Wait
to be rescued search continues,
Piercing
darkness torchlight focused,
Sniff
dogs are moving to sense life,
Pokes
nose into every crevasse hole,
Paws
remove dirt tried hard to detect,
Sensing
barks the dog a feeble sound,
Tearing
the cement slabs escapes a cry,
Judge
rescue teams drilling concrete,
Removes
sand and mortar from space,
Pressed
in clothes a child's head,
Moving
slightly in a small gap, news,
These
steel nerves fight tooth and nail,
Come
out a little girl alive surrounds local,
The
happiness unearthly in disbelief,
The
smell of life now realizing stunned onlookers,
A
puppy, a few more children, dead bodies,
Scramble
these daredevil men to ruins,
Sense,
detect, fight to enter, mindboggling,
Time
shows humans to sense the aspect,
Life,
only life, is so important to rescue,
Accepts
the fact survival is most urgent,
The
watch tower in a distant city noted,
Ringing
the second-hand alerts a sniffing army,
Every
second is critical save a life,
The
remnants tomorrow may surprise,
May
surprise the world community shaken,
Century's
biggest disaster earthquake,
Decades
will roll, forgotten, the departed,
Just
a sad memory of the past, a tear, and love,
Lost
parents, children, relatives in heart,
Life
surprises to rebuild the city boulevard,
A
new generation has never seen the holocaust,
Only
heard and by reading a heart-rending story,
The
second hand still ticking impassionate,
Neither
in sorrow nor ecstatic but hypnotic,
The
lifestreams eternal resurrect again and grows,
The
fountain of life pierces a hard-rock flow,
But
life notices, but an important aspect,
Today's
surviving girl will be a mother,
Cooking
aromatic dishes for the family,
Children
are singing, making fun,
The
evening approached arrived,
Here
is her love, handsome husband,
Tired
and relaxing at home, sipping wine,
The
wine to intoxicate, second-hand chime.
Pen:
Bijayananda Mishra
Title
of Poem: Second Hand
Themes:
Every second alert a life waits
Date:
11th February 2023, Cuttack
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