Under the debris, I hear a boy crying.
Under the mud, I hear a mother screaming.
Under water, I see a father struggling.
Under grief, I hear a girl lamenting.
A day ago, a boy was playing.
A day ago, a mother was cooking.
A day ago, a father was working.
A day ago, a girl was studying.
A week ago, a boy was hugging his mother.
A week ago, a mother was ironing her daughter’s cloths.
A week ago, a father was fixing a table.
A week ago, a girl was skipping classes.
A month ago, a boy was asking his dad to get him a toy.
A month ago, a mother planned to attend a cooking course.
A month ago, a father was promoted.
A month ago, a girl was discussing her future.
A year ago, a boy was born.
A year ago, a mother went shopping.
A year ago, a father was rejoicing.
A year ago, a girl entered an esteemed college.
Ratnam 2007
what you describe here it is so true.. unfortunately life is short and we must make the most of it! great write HBH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lets all try our best to do our best for the best in the moment, a great style and meaning contained from a tallented writer, Love Duncan