Can’t You Hear the Cry?A Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueCry of helpCan’t you hear the innocent cry of those, Trapped beneath the wreckage? For whom the watch seems to have stopped, The dark core is killing them before they are literally dead.
It is not Mother Nature’s taking revenge, The effect of some people's greed, a reckless negligence, Thinking about themselves alone, Gone they are right after the misfortune.
Humanity is not dead yet, The officials and the commoners are working during day and night, Saving lives, upholding hopes, though a bit austere, Since the victims’ worlds will not be as they were before.
Some are part of history and others will have to divorce life, regular, The event shall haunt them being a living nightmare, Crying will accompany them constantly, Unless something outstanding is done for their welfare quickly.
They are a part of the wheel runners of the country, We do not want to see some others to play with their destiny, Each of their sweat drops should matter, Please save those lives and let them dream of a future, better. © 2014 Md. Ziaul Haque |
StatsAuthorMd. Ziaul HaqueSylhet, BangladeshAboutMd. Ziaul Haque is originally from Zakiganj, Sylhet, Bangladesh. He is a poet, epic writer, writer, academic, thinker, songwriter, short story writer, reviewer, columnist, essayist, researcher and sch.. more..Writing
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