Under the shattered roof, I knelt

With the muslin fabric in my hands.

I wished for an embroidered kerchief,

A moment before the catastrophe.

Bright beads haphazardly scattered

Across the blood-drenched floor.

Chalet with antiques and artwork

Now it appeared like corrugated debris.

Smoke grenades tossed like coins

Into every house in the town.

Noxious fumes billowed out

From the burning buildings.

A tumult of screams and cries broke out,

Frightening the lives of many.

I limped towards a safer place,

Crossing the complete chaos. 

The town square welcomed me with

Lifeless bodies stacked one over the other

Fresh hues of crimson tainted 

The placid waters of the fountain.

My legs are fragile to bear the

Cold wind and chills.

With no choice, I fall 

To the snow-covered ground.

Staring at the starry sky with 

My half-closed eyes,

I wish to live a little longer

Just to admire this sky once more.

Chances of living a better tomorrow 

May seem beyond expectation,

Like spotting tears of desperate lives

In those placid waters.

If I were to be evacuated this night,

I would be the fortunate girl whose

Silenced voice could be heard among

The thousand calls for the rescue.

If tomorrow exists, I may hold the

Muslin fabric with embroidered dove,

And proudly wear the kerchief

Like a tiara.

This night is full of hopes for an uncertain future, and

Dreams that are unfulfilled in the past. 

For now, I take a deep sleep even when

Everything is at sixes and sevens.