Feels Like Defeat To Wretched Retreat Poem by Aakash Goyal

Humanity is the nicest thing in the world
Being human is like being nice to god
People come and people go
But in this world they leave a mark
A mark of their existence which we feel
Even when we are apart.

People build houses, people build their workplace
They strive hard for a living, they strive hard for something
Which they can call their own place.

Nature has its own merits and demerits
And natural disasters are one of the biggest demerits.

There strikes an earthquake, people feel the tremors
And they try to find out what were their errors.
Thousands and lakhs of people die
And millions of dreams are destroyed.

And what we used to call our home is now lying in a heap of mess
A mess of broken dreams and money
A mess which cannot be brought back
Without much fear and worry.

All we can hear is moan and pain
Pain to see their loved ones die
And pain to see the left ones cry.

All they can do is pray to god
Pray for a better future and a better comeback
So that they can get their life back on track.

I pray to god that never let such a disastrous thing happen to anyone in this world
And ever if it happens then please give them strength to fight the fear
And build a new world.


-Dedicated to all the people who lost their lives in earthquakes
And all those people who survived an earthquake and still struggling.