~An ode to Baghjan ~
The air i breathe
Stinks of smoke,
The groung beneath,
A heap of ash.
My eyes burn
At the sight of homes
Carefully built over years of love and bonding,
Crumble into dust
In the arms of a hue
So dazzlingly traumatic,
It turns into a whimper
Of greenery turning into
barren land,
With skeletons in place of trees
That once stood high with pride,
Dancing to the songs of birds and animals,
Of fishes frolicking
In rivers and ponds.
This emptiness, where once flourished life,
Squeezes my heart,
And a tear drops down into the pond
Where brave souls took the hands of the creator.
Of the families who lost
Lives and homes,
Of the emptiness
That this tragedy left behind.
This isnt a poem, this is mourning.
This is grief, this is fear.
The flames of tragedy reach into the sky
In the midst of all the ruins,
And so does hope,
And the promise of healing,
Of faith that orange skies
Will once more be beautiful sunsets.
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