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...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
