When the ground shakes , cracks and crumbles
Life and hope tumbles down
The echo of help come from a distance
And under the rumble the shrieks drown
The tremors tremble the humanity
The dance of destruction resembles insanity
Death and devastation everywhere but hope
rests upon a tongue
I fought ,I will fight is the song that somewhere a human sung.
When the rage stops and hope rains in
We will rebuild from the scratch and a new
dawn will set in.
P.S.- Nepal needs us ,donate generously to Prime Minister National Relief fund at https://pmnrf.gov.in/ because facing a disaster is difficult but the recovery is way more painful.
P.S.- Nepal needs us ,donate generously to Prime Minister National Relief fund at https://pmnrf.gov.in/ because facing a disaster is difficult but the recovery is way more painful.
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| Pashmina Ghaley, 10, left, and her friend Ramina Bhujel, 10, stand together in the destroyed village of Balua. The village is near the epicenter of Saturday's massive earthquake, in the Gorkha District of Nepal,Courtesy-Huffington post This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. |
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