Shrapnels

i sprint towards the large heaps of the shrapnels
i wipe my tears streaming down my cheeks
i scoop out the heaps to find my girl
i know...i know that she must not be standing vincinal
to the spot where bomb exploded
i know she is alive..nothing can hurt her
she will live...she has to...she is my love
i'm digging out the heaps deeper
I hear a voice of a cop who orders
to take me out of the spot
i ignore him and keep scraping out
tears roll down with more speed
and the view becomes transclucent
the cops drag me and i scream out aloud
they shove me into a car and promise me
to help me get my child back
they say that i may recognize the dead bodies
that have been taken to the hospice
i wail in pain and close my eyes
how can i recognize her
i have never seen her dead
i barge into the hospice
everyone is bawling in pain
i can barely breathe
i can't help thinking that it was my fault who let her go
asudden i hear a voice of girl blubbing near me
i feel something loose and jiggly inside
i latch onto her..yess ...she is my baby
but she is lacerated all over
she is wheezing hard
i pump her heart to make it easy
i run over to medics
but they refuse to check her
they say she is dead
how can she be??
i heard her sobbing
i know they are lying
i again rush towards her
i pat her back to let her breathe
my heart is pounding now
why her breaths are so slow
i again pressurize her heart
i bawl aloud...i call the docs
but no one comes to see my lass
i rush here,there and everywhere
i wipe my tears and collect grits within me
i clasp my hands together and lift my head upwards
"God" i have never had to pray that my baby wouldn't die today
because i knew you exist...you are the savior
i hold her hands in mine
i take off my amulet and buckle it over her wrist
i keep patting her back
suddenly i feel quivering sensation of her tiny fingers in my hands
she squeezes my hand,the slightest pressure
sending shivers through my body
miraculously she opens her beautiful eyes
i run towards doctors to see her now
yes...now...when she is re-alive
they all come up to witness this miracle
they treat her and swaddle her tiny head in bandages
her face has turned black and blue
my little peanut is trached and tubed at her nose
she is alive and that's the only important thing
i sink into her bed and tears sheet down my cheeks
i tousle a wave in her slicky hair
her angelic face is glimmering..i enwrap her into my arms
deep inside my mind..i dare to think this
that i must thank god for i didn't find her
in those huge heaps of shrapnels
i close my eyes and grab her more tightly
it was like exhaling after holding your breath for a long time...

Reviews

[Khaaki]

i know the intense feeling... its a touching poem... Brilliant Nida!

[N.J]

Nice