I didn’t Sleep Last Night: A Poem by Neha Gupta
Last the night seemed like a replica of many other nights The pitch-black night just came and stayed, no light in sight Why the pain crept seamlessly from my heart to my eyes The pain I dismissed to own, knocking again on my premises The moments when the bomb blasted, in my memory, sustained The wound that took years to mend, oh! I scratched it again My sunken heart brought up the pain and let out a cry Bidding goodbye to the little hope I hoped to buy On the streets of Sri Lanka, those faces were smiling at me As I halted to shop from one vendor to another with a glee The fresh produce, the aroma of spices they offered I tucked in my bags all the things, along with their smiles, I desired Having a last look at them as my car raced ahead I sat comfortably, already planning my next visit here Suddenly the earth shook, the sky glittered, and my head hammered The market behind me was gone, and to rubble reduced Yea...