Anita Sehgal

(Delhi)

Another Day


The earth quaked, the black sky fell into the oceans

and they rose to gobble everything.

Leaving devastation and ruin in its wake.

Shamelessly, the next day dawned

Bright and fresh.

As if yesterday had never been.

So cheerful that it hurts.

The hungry empty spaces in the skies eat up the memories

Leaving it once more untainted.

I too, look up and take hope for there will surely be another day, another life.
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Submitted: Monday, May 21, 2012
Edited: Sunday, May 27, 2012

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  • Julius Lenjatin (6/15/2013 8:28:00 AM)

    Hope is good in our lives, hope is portrayed here verily, a quake has just occurred yet your solace comes from the fact that another day will surely follow. good work. (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (6/8/2013 12:57:00 PM)

    I love your last line. I too, look up and take hope for there will surely be another day another life. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (11/7/2012 10:12:00 PM)

    We blissfully forget what happened yesterday and look up to tomorrow with hope and optimism! that's how it should be! An enjoyable write! (Report) Reply

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