A blast afar, I regained my consciousness.
Every inch of my body aching,
Oblivious about time, and everything happening around.
Sleepless nights, traumatized mind.
The noise around, tore me apart;
The atmosphere seemed vague.
I wish I were a place, maybe Prague;
vibrant, optimistic and bold.
I wish I were a flower, maybe lily;
Peaceful, joyous and delicate.
One could only wish and the rest is destiny.
The spirit inside is urging for liberation;
Chains of my mind, unleashing its wrath on me.
The memories of everything that has vanished,
reinforcing on me.
Struggling to escape, I lost my path
Only if I could get some sleep.
As I close my eyes, disfigured faces and bodies, burning houses are all I see.
My folks turning into ashes.
Me, the only one to survive; unsought privilege.
Fire and dust everywhere.
No supplies, no sleep, nobody around.
How many days have passed stuck in this manhole?
How many days without them?
How many more will I survive?
Waiting for nothing, not even death.
Lied in the dark; traumatized.
Hoping someone will come back;
All I need now is a little urge for Survival.
-Aamy
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