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 Years later, for saving my