Graveyard Of Unburied

The black canvas of inky sky 

is filled with flashes of radiance.

The loud roar of thunder

startled and awakened the dead me.

Numbness I felt, just to realise 

I am lying amidst the corpses.

With trembling bleeding hands I supported my wounded shoulder.

Wiping away the rain drops that trickled down my bleeding face, 

I waddled.

All I see is a city turned into the graveyard of unburied,

the blossom of life just faded.

Peace which once was the fragrance is overpowered

by the sickening odour of rotting pieces of meat.

There, I see a child weeping besides his dead mother, 

trying to wake her up in haste from the deathbed, all in vain,

His tears embibed the melancholy and traces of terror,

why didn't I also die with my mother

said he was enough to remind me of my duties.

Dusting off my green camouflage uniform, tightened my wounded shoulder,

I held the child close to my heart 

and to rescue others I walked on the path.