I was walking through the street.
Looking on either sides.
I couldn't see people talking with each other.
I couldn't see the street shops.
I neither met a beggar nor a dog.
I rather saw life in that street.
Yes,the street was dead.....
I wonder!But it's a tragedy.
On the roadside I could see the tree
standing splendidly.
Beneath the tree I saw the dead
remains of birds
and smell the stinking cold blood.
The soil was red.
I was shocked when I saw similar
bodies of dogs around.
Why dogs???I saw cats,pigs,birds....
all dead further.
I continued walking.
I peeped into a small hut in the slum.
I saw a man on flour with tremor.
On my lap he breathed his last
and tears from my eyes dripped on
The last pulse of life has been
All around I could see people
groaning,screeching,crying.
But most of them were dead.
I could see corps on the roadside...
Inside each house...
The village seems like a mortuary.
I heard the cries of vultures.
Even,I could hear the ferocious silence...
Yes...Epidemics...
people are dead,no are killed.
The rats,cause of this tragedy
are also found dead
I once again searched for life
in that slum.
I,the only witness of this tragedy
I could feel tears running down my face.
Through the stone paved road
I step forward...
I saw settling of the shining sun...
I saw the village dripping in
darkness...
-ANAGHA M
